Sakai Da God - Cash (feat. TreySki2x)

Cash (Cash)
Niggas they hated me from the beginning
But imma still spazz (spazz)
Feel like the Beatles we rocking out shows and fucking these hoes,
I'm still in my bag (bag)
I feel like Marra, she stay with a gaulden
Bitch I'm the ceo, come to my office
Imma keep balling on niggas like spaulding
Fly from the chi, and go to the tropics
Shorty said she fuck nigga free
That ain't got shit to do with me (naw)
Hop on a track, I can't do it for free
Ian really gotta write, this is off the dome
Same result, murder the beat (murder the beat)
Ion never check my phone when I'm in the zone
Been making this album for weeks (weeks)
Niggas tryna fuck with my exes, they old bitches
I feel like Kuma and Kam when I start rapping
Know about them flow switches
I been scrolling on the gram' liking other shit
Ion really post pictures
I be staying to my self, I be in own lane, ain't no lane switching
Niggas balling hard, they outta bounds
Cross em over now he touching the ground
Red nose pennywise, clowns
Talk a lot, that's a technical foul
Seeing so many deposits
Playing these bitches like bop its
Hit a nigga with a drop kick
Said he gon shoot me, told a nigga stop it
I separated myself from the people that was never beneficial
Never been up in the streets
But I'm earning my stripes like a referee I'm official
Niggas want to go to war like Russia, and Ukraine
Fuck it get the missiles
See the time on my wrist call it presidential
All my shit gon be owned, you got the rentals
(Bling, blaow, boom, grahhhh)
That's how my gun sound
(Yeah that glock gon go fah)
Make him turn around
Really I'm focused on stacking the paper
Line up a nigga, I call that a taper
Sorry but I cannot do you a favor
Carry them packets like kool-aid flavors.
This the beginning, I took a hiatus from rap
So I really ain't rap in a minute
My heart got a blemish
Nobody wants to be a representative, they run for the senate
Sinking like the titanic, yo shorty she giving me oral
So what is the need for a dentist
Shoot shit like mechanic, we turning niggas into trackstars
From the start to the finish
Cash (Cash)
Niggas they hated me from the beginning
But imma still spazz (spazz)
Feel like the Beatles we rocking out shows and fucking these hoes,
I'm still in my bag (bag)
I feel like Marra, she stay with a gaulden
Bitch I'm the ceo, come to my office
Imma keep balling on niggas like spaulding
Fly from the chi, and go to the tropics
Shorty said she fuck nigga free
That ain't got shit to do with me
Hop on a track, I can't do it for free
Ian really gotta write, this is off the dome
Same result, murder the beat (murder the beat)
Ion never check my phone when I'm in the zone
Been making this album for weeks (weeks)
Go, go, go, go
Niggas be thinking they tuff foreal
But in the field, they running
I get the cash, stay in my bag
I see a opp then Imma blast
It's me and Kai up on the track
Cant fuck wit us, we finna spazz
Just let them know that we up next
We in yo city where you at
He never on the block he claim he from
That nigga cap
He dissing on the internet
But we do not get into that
I tell my shoota go and slide
That boii like that Jordan in his prime
He never miss he right on point
I call him Khari with the torch
And Ian giving out no pass
I see a opp I'm on his ass
He tried to run, we hit him twice
Get up up on him, and take his life
And if it's up then it's stuck
You get caught lackin then you fucked
It's fuck the opps they ain't do shit to us
Tell em come send it up
Cuz I been spinning, light em up
He wanted smoke we lit him up
Tell his homie come pick him up
We leave his ass up on the curb
Them niggas know we put in work
We left his momma ova hurt
He never should've dissed on Tray
Now nigga living in his grave

Written by:
Anthony Kelly, Sakai Straughter

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