​all i know

Yeah, okay, okay, okay
OUHBOY this shit banging

[Chorus: Keeta]
Okay, gettin' that cash that's all I know
Getting that green I ain't talkin' 'bout grow
Sippin that tris I pour my four, I pour it up
What you talking bout I do not know
I got Chanel on my coat
I put Birkins on my hoe
Let's go, oh yeah

[Verse 1: Keeta]
I never ever wanna sell my soul
Finna get sick these diamonds too cold
Ain't never finna switch I stay ten-toes, I stay ten-toes
Oh, went to the bank like woah
Heart just got too cold
Ya'll just washed like birds you crows
Yeah all that you talking like nobody cares
You not getting cash, you not getting green
I just make it while I sit in my chair
You not getting cash-cash-cash-cash-cash
Sorry bro
I knock it over like domino's
If I don't like her it's vamonos
You just got on it right now
Little bro, I've been onto those
Feel like number 30
Ball like Stephen Curry
I've been making my shots, huh
You think that you next up, I'm sorry to say you not, uh
I've been whippin' my pot
Get to the cash I get to a lot
How much money you make in a month
Little boy that's what I thought, uh

[Verse 2: Kill Bunk]
That's what I thought
Nigga run down, hit 'em with a Glock
My bitch hot, I'm on top
They be like "Boy when the next gon' drop"
You can take both of your parents and put 'em together I'm still making more in a month
That nigga talk out his ass
We pull up and blast and now that lil' pussy boy gone
Say she got drugged, no Saint Laurent
Bitch shooter too bitch I'm the one
The city on fire bitch I'm hanging with dons
You better stay still like you up if you run
You up on my block they ask you where you from
Keep that shit silent nigga been out front
I'm making more every day I know that nigga thinkin' that he gon' make on that front

[Chorus: Keeta]
Okay, gettin' that cash that's all I know
Getting that green I ain't talkin' 'bout grow
Sippin that tris I pour my four, I pour it up
What you talking bout I do not know
I got Chanel on my coat
I put Birkins on my hoe
Let's go, oh yeah

[Verse 3: Malik]
Yeah, sippin' on Wock not the green right
She got me stopped at the green light
These niggas gonna flop what it seem like, yeah yeah
My niggas next up thats the team right
These bitches gon' bust at the seems right
She shot and missed with the beam right, yeah
Me and Keeta it's the country niggas with these city girls going wild
Best believe I'm gon' act up hit the hotel steal the towels
They ain't know 'bout the studio, you see the red light don't make a sound
[?] still pour the [?] this shit too loud

[Chorus: Keeta]
Okay, gettin' that cash that's all I know
Getting that green I ain't talkin' 'bout grow
Sippin that tris I pour my four, I pour it up
What you talking bout I do not know
I got Chanel on my coat
I put Birkins on my hoe
Let's go, oh yeah