Cash

[Verse 1: P Wild]

Okay, I started out flexin', ended up finessin'

28 rims with the grams, diamonds bustin'

All I know is work, watch me twerk with the work

Watch me drop a couple blocks

Wash your block with the gloc

Got some bitches on my block, thats gon' set your ass up

Got some shooters on my roster, bet they'll wet your ass up

These bitches call me thirsty, I got liquor in my cup

These niggas think they trapping, but they barley making bucks

I'm a Sluttyboy baby, all you niggas know whats up

All that talking out your mouth is gon get you tossed up in the trunk

I'm with lightshow, Wild, and Chief Keef. GBE, and SB

My real live niggas from the South Side, back to North East

[Chorus: Lightshow]

I like my bitches with an ass on them

She want a nigga with some cash on him

But I ain’t spending cash on her

Unless I'm in the strip club throwing cash on her

We play with choppas, don’t get chopped up

Sucka' niggas can't eat, get that gwaup up

Keep your box, get that top up

I'm a flex till I’m dead, I ain’t locked up

[Verse 2: Dew baby]

Adidas in Atlanta I'm in L.A. kissin' Ella

Diamonds in my pinky and my chain sit on my belly

The shit my shooters shootin' leave you shakin' like a dancer

And if you niggas want some smoke, you're not gon' get the cancer

Run em down, gun sound, yellow tape, no escape

I break the whole thing down and bag the shit that’s on the plate

Money chase the bitches, bitches got to chase the money

I pulled up in the Chrysler just to keep that shit 3 hunna (BEEP)

Icy like the winter but I'm shinning like the summer

And we don’t go nowhere without the sticks we like some drummers

Crack just like a plumber, shootin' pistols like they're jumpers

I don’t know what niggas doing, but I know we doing numbers

[Verse 3: Meatchi]

All right, I like my bitches with an ass on em

Who like your bitches to fuck and you spend them bands on her

This niggas tripping and flipping  like they some damn quarters

Fifty ass niggas drown, they can hold they water

Go get that top pried, 30 make their heart stop

With no love, lost my heart, cold like my damn watch

These niggas faggies I hate em, get out my damn car

I got a bitch who suck my dick and then she want to rock

These bitches love me and love me, I see why niggas haten'

And Toby told me kill it, keep them patiently waiting

Cause he'll be home soon, bitch its coming real soon

And everybody screaming “BEEF,” wondering what we doin' to him

[Chorus: Lightshow]

I like my bitches with an ass on them

She want a nigga with some cash on him

But I ain’t spending cash on her

Unless I'm in the strip club throwing cash on her

We play with choppas, don’t get chopped up

Sucka' niggas can't eat, get that gwaup up

Keep your box, get that top up

I'm a flex till I’m dead, I ain’t locked up

[Verse 4: Lightshow]

BITCH

Yeah you babber with the headlight

She ask if that’s the shit I like, bitch you damn right!

I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, had to say it twice

Middle finger to them blue, white, and them red lights

They say I came up, they say my name poppin'

Now niggas sneak dissin', but they name droppin'

They say that Sluttyboyz game poppin'

And GBE real life, losing ain’t an option

We winning bitch, we fucking up

We bout that check so she gon' fuck with us

I ain’t with that sucka' stuff

I go get that bag just to fuck it up

[Verse 5: Chief Keef]

Ayy, hoes like a nigga with some racks on him

If I was to go broke I'd pull my mask on em

Take him down for his kilos and his marijuana

Sucka' niggas can't eat, we gon' smash on him

Bitch I only like the ass on ya

She gave me top, she let me splash on her

She know I ain’t spending cash on her

But I be counting a lot of bands on her

Hop up in my foreign, do the dash on her

Heat up in my reach, Imma spaz on em

All my niggas savages, don’t make em blast on you

And they gon' leave some toe tags on you (HAWH?)

[Chorus: Lightshow]

I like my bitches with an ass on them

She want a nigga with some cash on him

But I ain’t spending cash on her

Unless I'm in the strip club throwing cash on her

We play with choppas, don’t get chopped up

Sucka' niggas can't eat, get that gwaup up

Keep your box, get that top up

I'm a flex till I’m dead, I ain’t locked up