Knock Knock

Oh you thought I wasn’t coming back with this one right here huh?
Haha
Mr. Hood!
Look
It go
Aye knock, knock, bang, bang, where the cash at?
(Hey where the cash?)
Aye knock, knock, bang, bang, where the cash at?
(Hey where the cash?)
Where the cash at?
(Hey, where the cash?)
Where the cash at?
(Hey, where the cash?)
Aye knock, knock, bang, bang, where the cash?
Okay see, ain’t nothing funny boy them dollars keep coming
Okay I got a lot of money
Ain’t shit changed, big face hundreds
Pinky and the Brain, triple black cars
Bitch you know the name
Mister Hood lover, supermodel brains
Kicking down the door, give me what I came for
Checking with my shooters, blow a hole in your Kangol
They some barracudas, and I’m up with the cash flow
They some assholes
I think I’m Castro, I think I’m Scarface
Blowing money fast, Ricky Rose'
Big fire with me, up in the parleyed
Hey knock, knock, bang, bang, bitch I’m past that
Hey wait a minute, bitch I think I had a relapse
Don’t jack my money I ain’t asking where the cash at
Pull out that chopper, make you wonder where your legs at
Hold up wait doctor better ask him where your meds at
Where the cash at? Better have that
Super money shit, now can you smell that?
I’m on my grizzle, trying to make a milli'
Duffle full of money, more off in my denims
That’s brown paper, only thing I’m chasing
Money over bitches, that’s just in my nature
Coming for my moula, I’m sharp with that eraser