Bout that cash by sdubs
Produced by k free
Hook bout it_3x im bout dat cash adlibs bout that cash
_first verse_
Style functioned grown man no frontin lookin yung doe baby face glow flushin pop state out my wallet nothin end the chase paper floodin when needin it got diapers food rent bills paid livin another day no sweat past hater games pushin down to moneys wing see me jet flyin when cash straight multiplyin street dream mode all around me homies dyin statistic tears flow glidin gotta keep goin flameable my kitchen fried chicken mac n cheese is how I wanna live it
Cook ups comin from
Nuttin always could fetch sumtin 15¢ to a dollar pumpin profit to the huntin numbers punchin f**in dat cream
_Verse 2_
Blessed character alien fear atcha appear atcha dont dare take a picture hulk brock lesner personalitys beleave me ask my family peeps around my path.. mental mind for cash touch it wrong gone spine ice cold bath painfull confused after math doo not abuse my friendship b real then connections fast to the bank account jus lms wats the talk of town word of mouth big digits were the stash at I map that with no map tagged pa**ion for my healthy ways green green green ching ching legal things wat u thought it was!
Changed that leage too hot for my keep still,affliated wit my gs
(Verse 3)
Possitive role model to a smart wonderfull son cuzz imma break the cycle father not shown keep pushin.. Life story told money goes in all this gettin my mind right ventin along too limelight red carpet see in my sight for my rights smashin till thee end of my fight not soon see me keep truckin good health with luck in grew few inches from a yellow brick munchkin still beasty dow on my race of doe stack it highly ben wallaces afro no racial term never that in my home my soul welcomes all till done wrong left singin blue songs... Lames wack so I yawnn