CASH MONEY (feat. VITA ABM) - TZY

Aye. Who that in the Lambo? That's the Last King boy, haan? Last King Records takin' over for the 2016 'till forever I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna Rolex, mo' sex T-Raww, gon' flex Bad bitches Ass, chest Rich niggas, no stress Smoke when I wanna Ball when I wanna Fuck who I wanna Everything a hundred My cars diamond diamond Still minks in the summer Ice in my grill Tattoos on my stomach Yeah, she break it down Break break it down I'm in the court Talkin' chat, choppers style Yeah that choppers style Chit chat choppers style We lived a lot Nigga we on a loud Ugh private jet Bubble legs Super famous don't need no press Imma hot boy shout out Weezy baby If your man is low Nigga, you should pay em I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna Homie we talkin' a lot She be frontin' a lot Wanna pull up on the block Bitches rubbin' their twat I'm in the car with a vibe Yeah that car goes a lot Now she fuckin' a lot Yeah we fuckin' a lot Now she rubbin' my cock Yeah we hug in the block Put your face in my watch Yeah that's chrono watch All ice I got hella how's believe me Tell 'em bitches pimpin' ain't easy I'm on top with the top down One knock with the sugar and I'm sauced out I'm hot now Played with fire, I ain't never drown Ballin' out number 1 With assist now Big hits, mo' rich New car, new bitch I'm a hot boy, free B.G Free to Carter V, let your streets eat I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna

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