Cash Flow

[Intro]
(I hate that nigga Eli)
(Ba-Backwoods, that's the one thing that I always roll)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, uh-uh, uh, I know that your love ain't real

[Chorus]
Yeah, after the show I'm collectin' my backend (Skrrt, skrrt)
I hit that bitch from the front and the backend
Pull up big body, man, I can't even back in
My money multiply, nigga, not addin' (Flrrt)
Good za bagged, that shit straight out of Cali'
I've been up for a few nights off the Addys
My lil' bitch bad as fuck, yeah, she a baddy
My lil' bitch out of this world like a astro'
She fuck with me even though I'm a asshole
You know I'm goin' wherever the cash go
You know I'm flowin' wherever the cash flow
I want the bands, my nigga, commando (Commando)
I met a bitch from the 6, not Toronto (Not Toronto)
I want the fastest whip like Zentorno (That Zentorno)
I keep the Glock on my hip like the popo (Like the popo)
Rick Owen drip, but I'm dressed like a hobo (Dressed like a hobo)
Bitch, you can't fit in this whip, it's a two-door (No)

[Verse]
I hit the gas, this bitch got turbo (Skrrt, skrrt)
I fucked that girl off the X now she loco
She want me to leave but she want me to stay over
I close my eyes and thank God when the day over
We do no talkin', white chalkin' like Crayola
Wide body 'Cat, no, this bitch not a Daytona
I don't really block, told bad bitch put her face on it
Bitch, I'm gettin' money, it ain't none to hate on
Sack on his head, it ain't none for that lay over
Pull up, gunshot, then a nigga just go home (Blrrt)
Callin' my phone, she like, "Saint, boy, you dead wrong"
I don't wanna hear that shit, bitch, I'll hang up on ya
He was dead wrong so lil' 5ive put that Drac' on him
Only the squad, I ain't fuckin' with fake homies (Squad)
Balenciaga my feet, just to slip on
A25 with three lines just to sip on
Trustin' lil' 5ive with your blick, now your trick gone
Only designer my kicks, my shit vintage
One of one denim, boy, you cannot get it
Racks hit my account so I went and fucked up Lenox (Racks, racks, racks)
Talk shit out his mouth, he'll get shot right up in it
Boy, that shit cap, know that car you got rented
We slide behind SRT, five percent tinted (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus]
Yeah, after the show I'm collectin' my backend (Skrrt, skrrt)
I hit that bitch from the front and the backend
Pull up big body, man, I can't even back in
My money multiply, nigga, not addin' (Flrrt)
Good za bagged, that shit straight out of Cali'
I've been up for a few nights off the Addys
My lil' bitch bad as fuck, yeah, she a baddy
My lil' bitch out of this world like a astro'
She fuck with me even though I'm a asshole
You know I'm goin' wherever the cash go
You know I'm flowin' wherever the cash flow
I want the bands, my nigga, commando (Commando)
I met a bitch from the 6, not Toronto (Not Toronto)
I want the fastest whip like Zentorno (That Zentorno)
I keep the Glock on my hip like the popo (Like the popo)
Rick Owen drip, but I'm dressed like a hobo (Dressed like a hobo)
Bitch, you can't fit in this whip, it's a two-door (Skrrt, skrrt)