in the name of the father the son and the holy spirit
im running into chase with cash, im with chase n cashe, we chasing cash man
pretty bitchs call me from maryland//
winter coming i three quarter my shearling//
caught me slipping while i was doley//
gold ap they tucking in all they rollies//
they aint know a nigga was classy//
leaning by the bar politic'n with vashtie//
wanna win then you gotta play right//
cash money tee while i polly in front of alife//
pope doe the coke rhymer//
no co-signer, everyday in designer//
im the reason them bitches gossip//
spanish nigga with chicken in all that fly shit//
you need a new flow i'll let you borrow mine//
cipriani dinners them niggas sharing in carmines//
flipping that yay//
it was chicken wings now we eating chicken satays//
sign of the cross they know im god like//
my hands clean i pay them to do the job right//
mind on murder i think strange//
remind them of killa jeff hamilton pink range//
her hair blowing when the gear shift//
black tie this that affair shit//
we bubbling hard//
i got jumped now them bitches they in love with my scar//
i been doing my own thing
we gon get this chedda
b.b.m. we pop champagne
the money and bitches is all i care about
(all i care about)
the money and bitches is all i care about
(all i care about)
the money and bitches is all i care about
(all i care about)
work moving from tijuana//
spring coming philip lim on my bomber//
cheap niggas look what ya man bought//
skyline partyies up at the gansevoort//
forgot i was nice heres a reminder//
heard ya bitch a free agent im bout sign her//
vs-1 slick as a gato//
pockets gordo//
papi calling me flaco//
pope doe got a cigar lit, fed target//
trying to corner the market//
im the reason them niggas talking//
car service to flights and them niggas walking//
jumping outta the uber with all the weed smell//
carry on european i paid retail//
gripping that nine//
eating sin city wings and i'm tipping that dime//
all this sexing i need a newport//
primetime i'm killing niggas in two sports//
talking bossy but u a doldier//
never sober stuntin in red octobers//
ordered the porterhouse and some yak//
took too long told em to bring it back//
we bubbling hard //
i got jumped now them bitches they in love with my scar//