Coach Q - Cashier

Fell in love with the cash
I be all up in my bag
Member back when i was broke
Now its money in the stash
I been stacking since last year
Big racks like a cashier
Ice cold no cashmere
Make me pop you like a advil
I get the cash and go
I get the cash and go
Money coming in fast dog
Shit never come slow
I get the cash and go
My hitter gone rob for some more
Thats if i ever go broke
Real shit no joke
I done made it out the slums
Real shit no joke
On the corner wit dem drugs
Real shit no joke
I been hustling getting dubs
Real shit no joke
Get a pussy boy smoked
If he think the shit a joke
Ima smoke like a port
On point like a mole
Man I'm always on go
I can never ever fold
Yea they took my big bro
Yea they really did him dirty
By the time he come home
Ima be about 30
I told my momma ima really make it
You aint never seen this dedication
Over coming any complication
Take his life now its confiscated
Shoot him dead now he meditating
Eyes red i aint talking satan
Nappy head like a fucking haitian
Big 9 wit da ammunition
Fell in love with the cash
I be all up in my bag
Member back when i was broke
Now its money in the stash
I been stacking since last year
Big racks like a cashier
Ice cold no cashmere
Make me pop you like a advil
I get the cash and go
I get the cash and go
Money coming in fast dog
Shit never come slow
I get the cash and go
My hitter gone rob for some more
Thats if i ever go broke
Real shit no joke
Turn myself into a plug yeaaaa
And now i got it
You be hating on a thug yeah
Worried bout what I'm coppin
I got big racks in my pocket
Big strap better know i got it
Ion like to tell nobody
Boy i gotta keep it silent
I know most these dudes gone fold
But wit me i keep it solid
From a place where its violent
Yea they rob to pay the bills
Run up in yo momma house
And put this pistol in yo grill
Boy gotta keep it real
Aint nobody safe
Yea that shit it really really happen on a daily base
Been out in the field
I aint running round no fucking base
Keep my shoes laced
We aint tripping can't be round no snakes
Make the wrong move
Ima up it in yo fucking face
Fell in love with the cash
I be all up in my bag
Member back when i was broke
Now its money in the stash
I been stacking since last year
Big racks like a cashier
Ice cold no cashmere
Make me pop you like a advil

Written by:
Marquell Pettiford

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