All we know is cash out
send it, change all dis doe in my cash app
party all nite
i feel like ima pass out
she blow me all night
till a nigga black out
still cant shout
so i gasp on a hard loud,
bae calling up that phone
i had to answer
her skin like fanta
and she a good dancer
street so cold turned
me into a panza
feeling so alone
but a nigga didn't care less

I tear my stakes apart
like there's a canine in my mouth
use a compass read that graph
the didnt see it , it a stash
plunging bae to a climax
the speculating im exact
I dive in the pool and made a splash
cut foes up don't be too attached
cut them off der 2 attached
pull up in a ghost tinted glass
the lost the games and want rematch
Keep your cool or be harassed

if I did it, I did it for love
put in a paper writing stuffs
repeated victory like an addict
one trophy was not enough
we only pause we never stop won't take long for me to adjust
I set my phone to make a buzz
did it alone no ones among
caught in the act he was playing dumb
other's no contact only scuffs

cross me once the x you two
take the shot in point blank range
lick her lips like its a stew
a 9,10 i would manage
want my stuff to stay brand new
that's why my stash is arranged
didn't want to mess up the withdrew
caught by the feds the put em in chains
wot on my mind you dont have a clue
figure it out I wount explain
pendant on my neck made my heart cold.

all we know is cash out
send it, change all dis doe in my cash app
party all nite
i feel like ima pass out
she blow me all night
till a nigga black out
still cant shout
so i gasp on a hard loud,
bae calling up that phone
i had to answer
her skin like fanta
and she a good dancer
street so cold turned
me into a panza
feeling so alone
but a nigga didn't care less

pour my drink I fill that tumbler
gulp it down I need another
blame the hate its suicidal
if the come for you then hold the Bible
hunt it down the use a rifle
I'm a saint a new disciples,
put my lens on dim those lighting
try to get my aim on, nigga
I'm appealing but still ghastly
hit from the back, she ride like bison
burn her out ,ko mike Tyson
In broad day light ma niggas we're hyping
screech on 4 whells i had no license
we stayed high like the food prices
countless vice but there no crisis
all she want was excess love
But I was never ready for more
can't be setting on a whore
so i spent my evening, watching channel four
after dark, me and them hommies hit d club
watch them ladies, on the dance floor
followed my fixtures ye, on live score
with no mixer I still performed
with no elixir I'm still gonna stay long
ye my old bae, bet she concord
move to new one, you never gonna get bored
finesse her physic bitch stayed on

all we know is cash out
send it, change all dis doe in my cash app
party all nite
i feel like ima pass out
she blow me all night
till a nigga black out
still cant shout
so i gasp on a hard loud,
bae calling up that phone
i had to answer
her skin like fanta
and she a good dancer
street so cold turned
me into a panza
feeling so alone
but a nigga didn't care less