Father - This Cash lyrics

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Father - This Cash lyrics

[Intro] (Altered Voice) Ohh that's that n***a C (Father) Y'all n***as still pull up five deep not giving no f** Rolling good gas Keep this sh** a hunna ten How we raise n***a Carti [Hook: Playboi Carti] They ain't about this cash like I am Girl you need to check your n***a I'm just gon' get rich with my fam I don't really see no n***as I'm in the shade, sipping on wine recline Getting paid, Armani, shades, I'm blazed Girl I'm not trynna f** get out my face, my face Get out my face, my face [Verse 1: Father] We f**ed on a cloud Her head still wet except when she on lot Till her phone die My Oakland city Folk wild He on trial Molly man, coke jock Got the bandz god ???????? She tells me the pool is open goddamn I nose dive Still 4 , 4 down got gold rounds they fly Young n***a stay five deep I creep Pull on scene nobody gon' try me four five when they see my heat Still pour pimp on the low, gotta limp on a hoe Making sure that the hookers see my steez 88 ready couldn't seen my teeth, R.I.P Papi Still gotta place every night when I see my dreams Pull up, not deep I see Still but ready bow your head proudly muthaf**a I come thru gutbucket Never gave a f** Cuz the way a n***a was raised in the east Atlanta six I give my dick to a bad b**h and a That's the way a n***a living Carti ???? no Trippin [Hook: Playboi Carti] They ain't about this cash like I am Girl you need to check your n***a I'm just gon' get rich with my fam I don't really see no n***as I'm in the shade, sipping on wine recline Getting paid, Armani, shades, I'm blazed Girl I'm not trynna f** get out my face, my face Get out my face, my face [Verse 2: Playboi Carti] I'm sipping recline with a freak Diamonds all on my teeth You can tell I'm cold when I speak I ain't no terry dell; shoot for free I got b**hes all up on me I'on steal keys n***a these are me I'm smoking and choking with b**h thas foreign Cartier that n***a I be That's that pay sh** Can you taste it My patience is bad I'on like to talk, n***a I like cash f** bad sh**, all of that Bad b**hes with a** Gas all in my blunt Trap on the c*nts come, f** some let me nutone Get the f** off I'm a boss ? Carti You gone lost it n***as know me I stay flossy You b**h a b**h Give me head and is all speechless Panda these diamonds Your hoe too Tommy [Hook: Playboi Carti] They ain't about this cash like I am Girl you need to check your n***a I'm just gon' get rich with my fam I don't really see no n***as I'm in the shade, sipping on wine recline Getting paid, Armani, shades, I'm blazed Girl I'm not trynna f** get out my face, my face Get out my face, my face