P Wild - Cash lyrics

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P Wild - Cash lyrics

[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 b**hes on my block, thats gon' set your a** up Got some shooters on my roster, bet they'll wet your a** up These b**hes call me thirsty, I got liquor in my cup These n***as think they trapping, but they barley making bucks I'm a s*uttyboy baby, all you n***as 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 n***as from the South Side, back to North East [Hook: Lightshow] I like my b**hes with an a** on them She want a n***a 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 s**a' n***as 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 sh** my shooters shootin' leave you shakin' like a dancer And if you n***as 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 sh** that's on the plate Money chase the b**hes, b**hes got to chase the money I pulled up in the Chrysler just to keep that sh** 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 n***as doing, but I know we doing numbers [Verse 3: Meatchi] All right, I like my b**hes with an a** on em Who like your b**hes to f** and you spend them bands on her This n***as tripping and flipping like they some damn quarters Fifty a** n***as 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 n***as f*ggies I hate em, get out my damn car I got a b**h who s** my dick and then she want to rock These b**hes love me and love me, I see why n***as haten' And Toby told me k** it, keep them patiently waiting Cause he'll be home soon, b**h its coming real soon And everybody screaming “BEEF,” wondering what we doin' to him [Hook] [Verse 4: Lightshow] b*tch Yeah you babber with the headlight She ask if that's the sh** I like, b**h you damn right! I'm that n***a, I'm that n***a, 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 n***as sneak dissin', but they name droppin' They say that s*uttyboyz game poppin' And GBE real life, losing ain't an option We winning b**h, we f**ing up We bout that check so she gon' f** with us I ain't with that s**a' stuff I go get that bag just to f** it up [Verse 5: Chief Keef] Ayy, hoes like a n***a 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 s**a' n***as can't eat, we gon' smash on him b**h I only like the a** 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 n***as savages, don't make em blast on you And they gon' leave some toe tags on you (HAWH?) [Hook]