Cash Shit

[Intro: Lil Bean]
(This shit get brutal 'bout that money, nigga)
Yeah

[Verse 1: 22nd Jim]
All this grass up in the suitcase, probably think I'm a gardener (Yeah)
And you might think you havin' motion, my shit stretch super farther (Oh yeah)
I make a bad bitch submit and grab a nigga out his kicks (Yeah)
In the kitchen over the stove, whippin' shit that look like grits
I get that corner, soak my boots and grab the shoes, jump in that field (Yeah)
Niggas thought that we was playin', over social shit get real (Yeah)
SOS, stand over suckers, niggas know they in trouble
Don't stand too close to that nigga, I might catch me a devil (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2: Lil Bean]
Talkin' cash shit, I turn a five to ten, I got tactics
Born in this shit, pops had a 40 in my mattress
Yeah, I rap, the niggas I came with turn you to Casper
Body foreign, I press a button and it go faster
Outside, you can't trust nothin', this shit get trick
The amount I gave to the IRS, coulda bought a Benti
Tall like Cuban links, but bro look like Serena, it came tennis
I like model hoes, but it's somethin' 'bout them GloRillas

[Chorus: Lil Yee & 22nd Jim]
I'm talkin' cash shit, couple hundred playin' with them M's
Talkin' cash shit, this Cuban cost a ninety, bitch, I'm him (Yeah)
Talkin' cash shit, I'm really up, yeah, ask my brother Jim (Uh)
Talkin' cash shit, we flatline shit and come trim
I'm talkin' cash shit, that rubber band shit, not one of them
If your name ain't 'cross my desk, stay on your toes, you better not slip (Uh-uh)
I'm talkin' cash shit, not talkin' past tense, I'm really him
I'm talkin' cash shit, we flatline niggas and come trim

[Verse 3: Lil Yee]
I'm talkin' cash shit, uppin' dog shit, hoes flockin'
I'm protected in this shit 'cause I invested in these choppers
I don't know niggas, niggas know me, that's the problem
I don't know if niggas fanned out or niggas fake opps

[Verse 4: 22nd Jim]
These niggas starstruck 'cause anything else get gunned down (Yeah)
I'm stickin' with my niggas from sunup to sundown (Yeah)
You might catch me by myself, but I'm at least thirty deep (Nigga)
And that bitch right on my hip, but I just keep it discreet (Nice)

[Verse 5: Lil Yee]
Yeah, we don't go for nothin', you don't pump fear in none of us
Nigga play crazy, he on Yank, he ain't one of us
Nigga wanna beef over the bitch, she just wanna fuck
Matty Boy Butters on my feet, these are one-on-one

[Verse 6: Lil Bean]
Uh, I don't own a wallet, me and you ain't got shit in common
Huh, GIA certified, nigga, every diamond
If you reach, then I tease, catch a couple hot ones
With a bad yellow bitch lookin' like Mulatto

[Chorus: Lil Yee & 22nd Jim]
I'm talkin' cash shit, couple hundred playin' with them M's
Talkin' cash shit, this Cuban cost a ninety, bitch, I'm him (Yeah)
Talkin' cash shit, I'm really up, yeah, ask my brother Jim (Uh)
Talkin' cash shit, we flatline shit and come trim
I'm talkin' cash shit, that rubber band shit, not one of them
If your name ain't 'cross my desk, stay on your toes, you better not slip (Uh-uh)
I'm talkin' cash shit, not talkin' past tense, I'm really him
I'm talkin' cash shit, we flatline niggas and come trim