Cash sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Ice Cream Man Gucci
Brick Squad's finest

[Verse 1]
I got a trap house, time to check my crack house
I got a lean house, I got a stash house
It's right next to my juug house
My baby mama moved out
My ex-girl kicked me out
I still pass bricks out
Zone 6, I got my middle finger up, screamin' f*ck a hater
I put my money on a motherf*ckin' escalator
And I'm up like I'm in a f*ckin' elevator
Sixes on my Charger, sittin' like a skyscraper
Hi hater! Wave at ya as I fly by
I'mma fly ass n*gga since the junior high
You a lie, say you see me in some Levi's
Got these number nine J's and I'm too live
Going down in this motherf*cker
I'm a rich motherf*cker, I don't wear Chuckers
I don't do num-chuks, got a 40 Cal
I'm in the Louis Vuitton store signing autographs
It's Guwop

[Chorus]
I'm talking cash sh*t, I'm talking cash sh*t
They say I'm feeling myself, feeling myself, feeling myself, b*tch
I'm talking cash sh*t, I'm talking cash sh*t
They say I'm feeling myself, feeling myself, feeling myself
I'm a millionaire, yeah, yeah, I'm a millionaire, yeah, yeah
Say I'm a millionaire, yeah, yeah
Guwop
[Verse 2]
I'm a millionaire, got millionaire friends
And a millionaire Benz, I'm a millionaire trend
Million dollar mansion n*gga, Gucci Man going in
Million dollar haircut, million dollar grin
When I walk in - you can hear the wind
Blowin' money in the wind, screamin' f*ck a friend
Found a pen, Rumpelstiltskin
You don't like Gucci? f*ck your opinion
A bad b*tch in lingerie playing pig skin
I'm 4th and and long and you n*ggas 3rd and inches
I still can, make a Saturday outta Wednesday
Black cat pulled up, she superstitious
It's Gucci

[Chorus]
I'm talking cash sh*t, I'm talking cash sh*t
They say I'm feeling myself, feeling myself, feeling myself, b*tch
I'm talking cash sh*t, I'm talking cash sh*t
They say I'm feeling myself, feeling myself, feeling myself
I'm a millionaire, yeah, yeah, I'm a millionaire, yeah, yeah
Say I'm a millionaire, yeah, yeah
Guwop