Cash Rules

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
All these labels keep calling, I won't pick up the phone
[?] off the phone
Give me a 6 figure, that's what my niggas'll do
You know I love my nigga Blunt like OG love Dude
A nigga disrespect my name, I put a show on your crew
15 Freebandz, life over with you
Ain't no bounce back fuck nigga, automatic for you
I'm an automatic plug, I got whatever for you
I'm a real trap addict, got dope boy habbits
Used to buy 50 slabs, now I'm real boss statis
Anything I fucking own, you know my niggas can have it
Full throttle in the streets, I make more money than a rapper

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You know cash rules everything in my facility
And the OG Kush I smoke smell like chilly
You know I'm going straight to that paper
No panic, I'll get to it now not later
Get straight to it like I'm posed to
Pull off in that old school, 442 and a 223
I heard them niggas were looking for me
Pulled off and they no OG
I turn around like whoa whoa whoa
Don't spill my color purple no ceiling

[Verse 2: OG Boo Dirty]
A hundred thousand cash money, no Birdman
4 O's took bout 4 birds, man
To my niggas, I'll never trade or switch hands
Your mob the army
He shooting like Afghanistan
And I'm the captain of my soldiers, like lieutenant [?]
A hundred drinks touchdown brand for brand
Young CEO, looking at stupid duke
While you go back in the streets, I gotta feed the troops
[?]
Fuck these hoes, MOB
We rich [?] don't need no beef
Cash rules everything around me
Call me lieutenant G, but shit not the rapper
They both selling, i get them gone like my name casper

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You know cash rules everything in my facility
And the OG Kush I smoke smell like chilly
You know I'm going straight to that paper
No panic, I'll get to it now not later
Get straight to it like I'm posed to
Pull off in that old school, 442 and a 223
I heard them niggas were looking for me
Pulled off and they no OG
I turn around like whoa whoa whoa
Don't spill my color purple no ceiling

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
So you know I smash on them
Bout anything, I heard you graduated, but you lost your brain
No not my all out there, but I'm gone leave more stains than an OG murder scene
Cases smashed down broady, jose
You let him get away, we gotta get around broady
You posed to let a nigga get away from you
When I let that chopper spit, no Stevie Wonder, but it sounds like the blues
You know OG Boo Dirty
I heard you were dirty
Oh my god, let a dirty nigga get splurging
You know what that mean, bodies get discouraged
I roll P, SML, 1017 got birds

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You know cash rules everything in my facility
And the og Kush I smoke smell like chilly
You know I'm going straight to that paper
No panic, I'll get to it now not later
Get straight to it like I'm posed to
Pull off in that old school, 442 and a 223
I heard them niggas were looking for me
Pulled off and they no Og
I turn around like whoa whoa whoa
Don't spill my color purple no ceiling