Bring That (ft. Kasey Ham & Cam, the Don)

[Hook]
Bring that cash here boy
Bring that, Bring that
Bring that stash here boy
Bring that, Bring that
Hold on, Bring that cash here boy
Bring that, Bring that
Nigga, bring that stash here boy

[Verse 1: Kasey]
Rappin' out of nowhere putting niggas out of business
Begging me to rap, I'm the quickest with the spittin'
Lyrics are so mean, Yeah the bars they so viscous
Vibing to my songs, Head bumping like crack
It's addicting
First [?] to eat, got a full plate
And a bad bitch is doing my dishes
And she hood too
One phone call she will leave you missin'
End up sleeping with the fishes, Thought I warned you
I ain't flashy, I ain't tryna stunt boo
One, flick of the wrist, Make it rain
Need a poncho
Licking and [?] in my Swishers, stuff them up till they macho
Head honcho, Fill my lungs up with harmful with a car full
Hotboxing with all dime pieces
Pussy so clean, New out the box, no creases
Hundred unread messages, they all about the features
R-E-S-P-E-C-T like Aretha

[Hook]
Bring that cash here boy
Bring that, Bring that
Bring that stash here boy
Bring that, Bring that
Bring that cash here boy
Bring that, Bring that
Hold on, Bring your stash here boy

[Verse 2: Cam]
You said you got gas but I know you on E
She said that she'll pass but I know she want me
Red flannel, white tee
Pumas on feet
If they jocking the swag please don't think I won't see
Hoes want the D, I make them say please
100 degrees up in my kitchen
I'm serving these G's, Smoking these trees
Grab the febreze 'cause you know that shit stinkin'
We blaze it public like the sheriff gone
I'm running my city like a marathon
Do as I please, don't abide by the law
Got me some wishers, I got me some raws
Dell roll a blunt, Cody ripping a bong
Keep this shit brackin' pull up in a bar
Drunk like what happened, Wait what's going on?
I'm killin' this shit, It's a jam not a song

[Hook]
Bring that cash here boy
Bring that, Bring that
Bring that stash here boy
Bring that, Bring that
Bring that cash here boy
Bring that, Bring that
Hold up, Bring your stash here boy

[Verse 3: Rondell]
See, when I wrote this verse
This wasn't my intentions
I just got your main bitch, hittin' all in my mentions
I failed to mention that my daddy was in prison
Now, I'm just in the kitchen making hits, I'm water whippin'
And, In the Rari dippin'
Fuck it, I'm turnt at a party
I might just pop me some molly and my niggas on Bacardi
See when i'm turnt on Bacardi
I might get a call from rivals
When I call all my rivals they telling my i'm their idol
I met a little bitch and me and my nigga Eiffel'd
Man my pockets they need Lipo, Man that's Fat Albert
That Pujols cause i'm in the whip with like 2 hoes
Man, fuck it, I am on Pluto
If I pop that moon-bar, Nigga i'm higher than Juno
I mean you know
YEH!

[Hook]
Bring that ass here boy
Bring that, Bring that
You just bring that ass here boy
Bring that, Bring that
Better bring that cash here boy
Bring that, Bring that
You better bring that stash here boy