Rondell° - Bring That (ft. Kasey Ham & Cam, the Don) lyrics

[Hook] Bring that cash here boy Bring that, Bring that Bring that stash here boy Bring that, Bring that Hold on, Bring that cash here boy Bring that, Bring that n***a, bring that stash here boy [Verse 1: Kasey] Rappin' out of nowhere putting n***as out of business Begging me to rap, I'm the quickest with the spittin' Lyrics are so mean, Yeah the bars they so viscous Vibing to my songs, Head bumping like crack It's addicting First [?] to eat, got a full plate And a bad b**h is doing my dishes And she hood too One phone call she will leave you missin' End up sleeping with the fishes, Thought I warned you I ain't flashy, I ain't tryna stunt boo One, flick of the wrist, Make it rain Need a poncho Licking and [?] in my Swishers, stuff them up till they macho Head honcho, Fill my lungs up with harmful with a car full Hotboxing with all dime pieces p**y so clean, New out the box, no creases Hundred unread messages, they all about the features R-E-S-P-E-C-T like Aretha [Hook] Bring that cash here boy Bring that, Bring that Bring that stash here boy Bring that, Bring that Bring that cash here boy Bring that, Bring that Hold on, Bring your stash here boy [Verse 2: Cam] You said you got gas but I know you on E She said that she'll pa** but I know she want me Red flannel, white tee Pumas on feet If they jocking the swag please don't think I won't see Hoes want the D, I make them say please 100 degrees up in my kitchen I'm serving these G's, Smoking these trees Grab the febreze 'cause you know that sh** stinkin' We blaze it public like the sheriff gone I'm running my city like a marathon Do as I please, don't abide by the law Got me some wishers, I got me some raws Dell roll a blunt, Cody ripping a bong Keep this sh** brackin' pull up in a bar Drunk like what happened, Wait what's going on? I'm k**in' this sh**, It's a jam not a song [Hook] Bring that cash here boy Bring that, Bring that Bring that stash here boy Bring that, Bring that Bring that cash here boy Bring that, Bring that Hold up, Bring your stash here boy [Verse 3: Rondell] See, when I wrote this verse This wasn't my intentions I just got your main b**h, hittin' all in my mentions I failed to mention that my daddy was in prison Now, I'm just in the kitchen making hits, I'm water whippin' And, In the Rari dippin' f** it, I'm turnt at a party I might just pop me some molly and my n***as on Bacardi See when i'm turnt on Bacardi I might get a call from rivals When I call all my rivals they telling my i'm their idol I met a little b**h and me and my n***a Eiffel'd Man my pockets they need Lipo, Man that's Fat Albert That Pujols cause i'm in the whip with like 2 hoes Man, f** it, I am on Pluto If I pop that moon-bar, n***a i'm higher than Juno I mean you know YEH! [Hook] Bring that a** here boy Bring that, Bring that You just bring that a** here boy Bring that, Bring that Better bring that cash here boy Bring that, Bring that You better bring that stash here boy