Cash Transactions

[Intro: Boldy James]

Where we at?

Bo Jack

[Chorus: Boldy James]

I'll probably never love this rap shit more than these cash transactions

I got a passion for sellin' drugs

Touched my first half a mil and I fell in love

Thinking 'bout where I was at before I met the plug

I'll probably never love this rap shit more than this trap shit

I got a passion for sellin' drugs

How niggas hate me? I'm the wrong one to be jealous of

A nigga thought that this was that but it was never love

[Verse 1: Boldy James]

You ever seen a nigga down kept his head high?

Niggas riding past laughing as they sped by

Felt like the wholе world turned they back on him

'Til he built his linе back up and bust the trap open

Strap poking out his jeans, he in stack motion

Granny was three months clean now she back smoking

Mixing the coke with the reggo, she love the 51

Best dope in the ghetto, where he get it from?

A year later, in the hood directing big traffic

Gotta keep the big thirty-two shot clip ratchet

Zipped up in his jacket, case he gotta fire a nigga up

Niggas know he quiet but he cut

And now he back sneaky rich on some Meechy shit

Found the ancient family recipe in the ingredients

Involved in everything involving his immediates

Taming the dog when that bitch was disobedient

[Chorus: Boldy James]

I'll probably never love this rap shit more than these cash transactions

I got a passion for sellin' drugs

Touched my first half a mil and I fell in love

Thinking 'bout where I was at before I met the plug

I'll probably never love this rap shit more than this trap shit

I got a passion for sellin' drugs

How niggas hate me? I'm the wrong one to be jealous of

A nigga thought that this was that but it was never love

[Verse 2: Knowledge The Pirate]

You ever seen a thug up while niggas hating on him?

Buck fifty in the Gucci bag, the plug waiting on him

I'm wanted by the Feds, a few state charges pending

Still I drop off work to my dogs in boulevard of Linden

We in these streets, yo fuck the industry and what is trending

I'm in that kitchen chefin' coke up in a Gucci apron

We was all Gs like Gucci until he gave a statement

38 snub nose is how they close them cases

Six shots to his face is how they close the casket

Military tactics, money under the mattress

My shooter got four bodies on a dirty gun, calls it his lucky ratchet

And he'll let you have it

I'm like a crossing guard directing traffic

UPS delivering the package, G-O-D nigga, no cappin'

C-O-D be the transaction

M-O-B nigga, fuck rapping, Pirate

[Chorus: Boldy James]

I'll probably never love this rap shit more than these cash transactions

I got a passion for sellin' drugs

Touched my first half a mil and I fell in love

Thinking 'bout where I was at before I met the plug

I'll probably never love this rap shit more than this trap shit

I got a passion for sellin' drugs

How niggas hate me? I'm the wrong one to be jealous of

A nigga thought that this was that but it was never love