Ca$hland

I’ma trip more cashland where motherfucker
Niggas look over this way I swear to god
They ain’t gon' touch her
On my cash get it out your bitch
If it come down to it
Bow her heard spitting on my
Think she finna chew
About my game
You know what it is
Leave you in a ditch
Last summer nigga scored a point
Then he got switched by the team
I’m gon blow brains
I don’t need to assist
Ain’t no talking we be back to back
They know what it is
I’m through that east
And I’m just with the guys
Know I got that .45
So don’t be surprised
I had to slow down on that shooting
'Cause your shooter telling shit
But nigga playing with my bread
Okay we got them toasters bitch
See there’s night to eleven
To put a bitch up in a casket
Act like you Tripping
But I ain’t slipping up in traffic
Forty it’s on me
I get to knocking down your homies
The beef it get funky
And I can’t let no niggas smoke me
Take a trip out to the beach
Will and scotty deblor
Don’t even gotta talk cause off the rip he a savage
I be in the north pole with a pole living lavash
I told my lil cousin man we eating chicken and cabbage
Low tryna hit the road, ducking from police
Turned on a backstreet, this the stolie
I wanna send my niggas coming
Shut the whole city down
The bands up on the gram'
But got them tucked
When we come around
I’ma trip more cashland where motherfucker
Niggas look over this way I swear to god
They ain’t gon' touch her
On my cash get it out your bitch
If it come down to it
Bow her heard spitting on my
Think she finna chew
I’ma trip more cashland where motherfucker
Niggas look over this way I swear to god
They ain’t gon' touch her
On my cash get it out your bitch
If it come down to it
Bow her heard spitting on my
Think she finna chew
I’m a ganged up individual
But I don’t be talking to no killers
I be strained up with medicinal blow
And big broccoli cigarillos
When I’m waking up to a wake and bake
At the early crack of dawn
I grab my shoebox and proceed
To roll up me some lime
My bitch with me along as you live
Don’t you ever be no punk
Be ready for altercations
And unexpected thought
Think wisely and plan out your plot
Before you go to war
Don’t send no amateur
Send someone that got aim before
When you’re growing griz
You gotta go through his ugly stage
Dead homies tatted on me
They calm down my pain and rage
These bitches all on me
They say that I don not age
The home protection
That I choose is a Mossberg 500 gauge
I’ma trip more cashland where motherfucker
Niggas look over this way I swear to god
They ain’t gon' touch her
On my cash get it out your bitch
If it come down to it
Bow her heard spitting on my
Think she finna chew
I’ma trip more cashland where motherfucker
Niggas look over this way I swear to god
They ain’t gon' touch her
On my cash get it out your bitch
If it come down to it
Bow her heard spitting on my
Think she finna chew
As a youngster I never knew nothing
Just a badass kid chasing hoes and getting money
I was straight down and dirty
Got the game from the pimps
11 years old going hard on a bitch
Bitches walking down the street
Trying to get my grip
Everything she get
Nigga that’s my shit (give me that)
I set up shop a million dollar spot
And all my bitches
Ran the whole damn block
My bitch choose me
We about to switch the plan
If you playing bitch you going back to your man
But if you staying you need to meet my other bitch
You ain’t cool with her
You can’t fuck with this
I’ma trip more cashland where motherfucker
Niggas look over this way I swear to god
They ain’t gon' touch her
On my cash get it out your bitch
If it come down to it
Bow her heard spitting on my
Think she finna chew
I’ma trip more cashland where motherfucker
Niggas look over this way I swear to god
They ain’t gon' touch her
On my cash get it out your bitch
If it come down to it
Bow her heard spitting on my
Think she finna chew