Walk Away

[Intro]
How could you ever walk away?
(The Coal Cash Collection)
After all I've done for you?
(Welcome to Get a Bag Records)
I feel like there's a knife in my back, babe (Let's get a bag)
You might as well pull it all the way through
(Ayo, Cash, I think we got one)

[Verse 1: AllStar JR]
Sippin' champagne in Louis, I ain't picked out a shoe yet
This money shit you hear these niggas lyin' 'bout, I do that
Fuck her, I'll smack this bitch tonight and get a new cat
Fuck her, I'll crack this bitch tonight and get a new rat
I was broke, ain't nobody pick me up, nigga
You got some blues, well, I'm tryna pick 'em up, nigga
Got somebody waitin', I ain't gon' be stuck with 'em
Five hundred of 'em and it ain't enough, nigga
'Caine jumpin' from the line, call it Aaron Gordon
Brodie hit you from the top, call it Eric Gordon
Smokin' on this blunt cost a bitch a pair of Jordans
Suckin' for some months, bitch won't get a pair of Jordans
We ain't just gettin' jacks gone, I had a bunch of lines
Niggas get brain freeze, they hit the booth and lie
Sellin' zips of the pink, pull up, come get high
He ain't hip it's fake Runtz, give me four-sixty-five

[Interlude]
How could you ever walk away?
After all I've done for you?
I feel like there's a knife in my back, babe
You might as well pull it all the way through

[Verse 2: Baby Money]
Can't walk away from the streets, I never had a job
They don't think I'd be shit if I ain't have the mob
I got a Rollie on my wrist, I need a Patek now
We almost at our destination, bitch, don't panic now
Nigga, the dog so good, it got 'em passin' out
The work movin' so fast, they think we pass it out
We get all the best work, they think we had a scout
They gave my dog twenty-five and he maxin' out
We serve blues for forty-five, take that route, I need a ticket
Thought I fucked off a Perc', when I'm in it, hit different
Call that boy Andrew, he get that stick and get to wiggin'
Y'all boys ain't really out the way, I heard y'all niggas only sendin'
Fishscales in the house, I ain't never been fishin'
Crib worth five thousand, made a million out the kitchen
Buyin' shit two times, I had to stop wearin' Balenci'
Wear it once, give it away, this shit ain't nothin' when you get it

[Outro]
How could you ever walk away?
After all I've done for you?
I feel like there's a knife in my back, babe
You might as well pull it all the way through