Kevin Gates - Gotta Have Cash lyrics

[Hook: Lil Phat] You gotta have cash to knock on my door I make the block hot I bring out the dough I bring out the yo I bring out the dro I make the block hot when I bring out the stove You gotta have cash to knock on my door I make the block hot I bring out the dough I bring out the yo I bring out the dro I make the block hot when I bring out the stove [Verse 1: Kevin Gates] I move in units my city booming while under pressure Screw being foolish, this opportunity, who you telling I'm into rappin' and package handlin' for the family And when I'm trafficking I'm ridin in Toyota Camry's Supply to user but I'm the one who supply to mover Ganging influence, comparing Gates to Larry Hoover Forced to borrow soap and clothes, wasn't born rich Nine scoring fits, foreign whips, and a foreign b**h Restarted to extortion for Porsche in Automatic panic, see the weapon that I'm sporting I risk, feel I'm Mona Lisa, forever straight Had to get her cousin cause she thicker than the Everglades A lot of people feel it's wrong and it's f**ed up It's coming to ya front door, what the f** for? It ain't no life in the window, I got the curtain up Confused, slinging them burgers behind the burger store [Hook: Lil Phat] You gotta have cash to knock on my door I make the block hot I bring out the dough I bring out the yo I bring out the dro I make the block hot when I bring out the stove You gotta have cash to knock on my door I make the block hot I bring out the dough I bring out the yo I bring out the dro I make the block hot when I bring out the stove [Verse 2: Lil Phat] They go that young a** thuggin' a** n***a out the top I'm the trill fam youngin, you can bet he call shots I remember on the block When I was slinging rock Now I sold them whole things, and open up shop Had to shut down the spot, cause [?] got hot Now I'm in the studio, the pen and pad my pot I can whip it, I can flip it, I can show you what to do From the street to the booth, [?] I'm the truth Yea I got what ya' want for a nice price Keep that heater thing for jackers I'll put it on ya' life You don't grind, you don't shine, you don't hustle, you don't eat You ain't no goon, you don't sling iron, you can't make it in the street Yea I'm out here grinding, I love the money I got all my money, to make em say you dummy Got it have it right, when ya come to the store I got Xan bars and X', I got lean and dro [Hook: Lil Phat] You gotta have cash to knock on my door I make the block hot I bring out the dough I bring out the yo I bring out the dro I make the block hot when I bring out the stove You gotta have cash to knock on my door I make the block hot I bring out the dough I bring out the yo I bring out the dro I make the block hot when I bring out the stove [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] I like it fast, live lavish, I used to blow money Then my n***a told me that slow be sho' money Ima' beat the bock this money come to the door for me Gotta' sell blow, 'till I blow up get show money Sick of sitting, got me knowing what a milli do Willing to break a leg for the figures, or lose a limb or two I'm about somebody k** us, come get rid of you I see through your facade and I question is it really you Line up, fire, why you hiding, what you really shoot I know some goons and when I send them they triggers whistle Had me spitting on instrumental to figure the riddle Find me in the middle, double little my competition Anyone can get it, I'm with it, it ain't' no option is it I feel it's my turn, you got to let us by Won't pop a wheelie in the lead, I'm gonna peddle by Clutching chrome, touching concrete like a set of tires [Hook: Lil Phat] You gotta have cash to knock on my door I make the block hot I bring out the dough I bring out the yo I bring out the dro I make the block hot when I bring out the stove You gotta have cash to knock on my door I make the block hot I bring out the dough I bring out the yo I bring out the dro I make the block hot when I bring out the stove