Cash Rules

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]

All these labels keep calling, I won't pick up the phone

[?] off the phone

Give me a 6 figure, that's what my niggas'll do

You know I love my nigga Blunt like OG love Dude

A nigga disrespect my name, I put a show on your crew

15 Freebandz, life over with you

Ain't no bounce back fuck nigga, automatic for you

I'm an automatic plug, I got whatever for you

I'm a real trap addict, got dope boy habbits

Used to buy 50 slabs, now I'm real boss statis

Anything I fucking own, you know my niggas can have it

Full throttle in the streets, I make more money than a rapper

[Chorus: Young Thug]

You know cash rules everything in my facility

And the OG Kush I smoke smell like chilly

You know I'm going straight to that paper

No panic, I'll get to it now not later

Get straight to it like I'm posed to

Pull off in that old school, 442 and a 223

I heard them niggas were looking for me

Pulled off and they no OG

I turn around like whoa whoa whoa

Don't spill my color purple no ceiling

[Verse 2: OG Boo Dirty]

A hundred thousand cash money, no Birdman

4 O's took bout 4 birds, man

To my niggas, I'll never trade or switch hands

Your mob the army

He shooting like Afghanistan

And I'm the captain of my soldiers, like lieutenant [?]

A hundred drinks touchdown brand for brand

Young CEO, looking at stupid duke

While you go back in the streets, I gotta feed the troops

[?]

Fuck these hoes, MOB

We rich [?] don't need no beef

Cash rules everything around me

Call me lieutenant G, but shit not the rapper

They both selling, i get them gone like my name casper

[Chorus: Young Thug]

You know cash rules everything in my facility

And the OG Kush I smoke smell like chilly

You know I'm going straight to that paper

No panic, I'll get to it now not later

Get straight to it like I'm posed to

Pull off in that old school, 442 and a 223

I heard them niggas were looking for me

Pulled off and they no OG

I turn around like whoa whoa whoa

Don't spill my color purple no ceiling

[Verse 3: Young Thug]

So you know I smash on them

Bout anything, I heard you graduated, but you lost your brain

No not my all out there, but I'm gone leave more stains than an OG murder scene

Cases smashed down broady, jose

You let him get away, we gotta get around broady

You posed to let a nigga get away from you

When I let that chopper spit, no Stevie Wonder, but it sounds like the blues

You know OG Boo Dirty

I heard you were dirty

Oh my god, let a dirty nigga get splurging

You know what that mean, bodies get discouraged

I roll P, SML, 1017 got birds

[Chorus: Young Thug]

You know cash rules everything in my facility

And the og Kush I smoke smell like chilly

You know I'm going straight to that paper

No panic, I'll get to it now not later

Get straight to it like I'm posed to

Pull off in that old school, 442 and a 223

I heard them niggas were looking for me

Pulled off and they no Og

I turn around like whoa whoa whoa

Don't spill my color purple no ceiling