Cash!

[Intro: Tekyume]
Ayy (Yeah) okay
Damn Daddy, Hotwheelz got sauce (Ayy)
Grandmastafunk in this bitch
This finna be trash

[Chorus: Tekyume]
Cash, I told her that I want the cash
We shootin', y'all doin' the dash
Y'all runnin', but not to the bag
I got a lil' shawty, she bad
I told her go buy her a bag
'Cause I got the cash
Cash, cash, cash, cash
Okay, I want the cash
We shootin', y'all doin' the dash
Y'all runnin', but not to the bag
I got a lil' shawty, she bad
I told her go buy her a bag
'Cause I got the cash
Cash, cash

[Verse 1: Tekyume]
I cannot smash her 'cause I am celibate
She say I'm minty just like a peppermint
Just got a new girl and she is Heaven sent
She say I'm magical just like Maleficent
I'm at the top, just like the president
Just bought a new crib, now I'm the resident
Just bought a new whip just for the hell of it, ayy, ayy, ayy
He wanted beef, so I'm cookin' like a pot roast
[?] yo' girl is a thot though
Got that boy trippin' just like I'm a pothole
[?] always on auto
Ice is so cold, just like the north pole
I got cash, just look at my bankroll, ayy, ayy, yeah

[Chorus: Tekyume]
Cash, cash, I told her that I want the cash
We shootin', y'all doin' the dash
Y'all runnin', but not to the bag
I got a lil' shawty, she bad
I told her go buy her a bag
'Cause I got the cash
Cash, cash

[Verse 2: BlocBoy JB]
This shit get better than ever
I'm rockin' that Prada, I'm down with the devil
You diss the gang you goin' down with the metal
We pull up with Glocks and we shoot at whoever
Fucked on your bitch the first night I met her
When I brush my teeth, but the strap on the dresser
You take her to eat, I take her to pleasure
She eat on this dick till her problem gets settled
Sippin' on lean like its alcohol
Nigga diss the block, hit him, make him fall
We choppin' shit up like a saw
Know I keep 'em crips on my call
If a nigga down bad, know a nigga got that hammer
We gon' nail a nigga ass to the wall
We be hittin' 'em licks and all
From the bando to the mall
All skeet skeet
We was three deep with 'em choppas in the fuckin' backseat
Freaky bitch on go, when she gone on the road
All she wanna do is go get geeked
Nigga afraid like the first day of school in this bitch
Uniform, shirt tucked in, pants creased
If you hang with an opp then that boy is deceased
Put a hole in his top now he lost his belief

[Chorus: Tekyume]
Cash, I told her that I want the cash
We shootin', y'all doin' the dash
Y'all runnin', but not to the bag
I got a lil' shawty, she bad
I told her go buy her a bag
'Cause I got the cash
Cash, cash (It's that boy Tekyume)