Cash Right lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, hey hey, ay ay
Ooh he sound like some [?] he'll trap sh*t
f*ck n*gga play swear to God I'mma clap sh*t (Ay)
We'll take yo' favorite rapper around 02 (Ayy)
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Jump out the car with that stick I'mma flame 'em
These n*ggas know that I'm dangerous
This uh, chest catcher, one of these hoes burnin' my
Chest like, throat like a f*ckin', Swisher

[Verse 1]
Jump out the car with the stick I'mma flame it
These n*ggas know that I'm dangerous
I'm in a b*tch fast lane and changin', diamonds in my mouth
sh*t blingin'
Scope and a beam on a K, no aimin'
Turn ya lil' partner to a angel
I don't f*ck with n*ggas, swear to God they be the lamest
Only hang with the Lord no strangers (Gang!)
Cash out my car swear to God I won't run 'em out
We get 'em in and we get 'em out
f*ck n*gga play swear to God I'ma snap like a ceilin' now
Racks in my pocket a big amount
Freaky lil' b*tch treat me just like some dental floss
I swear to God I'm all in her mouth
Extended clip all in the Glock, sh*t stickin' out
Moved out my apartments, swear to God I got a bigger house
Flush out a opp put the Glock on his dimple
I'm in her mouth like the dinner
These n*ggas fake they false swear to God they bendin'
I'm in the hood like a engine
And if it's smoke swear to God I'm checking out attention
These n*ggas really be pretendin'
Callin' my name n*gga better not mention
Swear to God I'll do a sentence (Gang!)
These n*ggas really know I'm hard
Made a quarter ticket off fraud
These n*ggas really tryna ride the wave like Rod
Pop up at the show with them rods (On God)
I got a big ass house b*tch look like a lodge
In the crib got ya b*tch givin' massages
Four different hoes at the crib they ménagin'
Choppa get loud like a augment
I'm havin' racks right now, you had 'em past tense
f*ck n*gga reach I'ma crash, like a accident
These n*ggas double L's, lame and they lackin'
Draco blow fire like a dragon
I'm havin' rack after rack, gettin' back after bacleans
So many racks, pants saggin'
Do I got the fire? f*ck n*gga no askin'
Hoe after hoe like I'm Macin'
Aye, I'm spendin' racks everyday
I spend in a weekend a month what you made
Big ass house, had to buy me a maid
Choppa cut sh*t, give fades
I had to change up the lifestyle, swear I'm gettin' paid
Dark tint frames like Blade
And if he can't keep up gettin' lost like a maze
Whatever I do they amazed (Gang!)
[Chorus]
I got that cash right
I'm gettin' cash mornin' time and night
Pockets stuffed so my pants tight
If a f*ck n*gga play goin' down like a bad flight (Ha, ayy!)
Open my mouth, teeth shine like a flashlight
Act wrong, up the Glock, act right (Ha, ayy)
So many percs I don't even remember last night
I up the K get to singin' Bryan McKnight
I got that cash right
I'm gettin' cash mornin' time and night (Ha, ayy)
Pockets stuffed so my pants tight
If a f*ck n*gga play goin' down like a bad flight (Ayy)
Open my mouth, teeth shine like a flashlight
Act wrong, up the Glock, act right (Ha, ayy!)
So many percs I don't even remember last night
I up the K get to singin' Bryan McKnight (Ha, ayy!)

[Verse 2]
Know she gon' f*ck first night, I'm handsome
Kidnapped ya' son for ransom
f*ck n*gga play we gon' stamp, bam 'em
Name a n*gga like me comin' out of 'Bama
Truckload the gang, head first like antlers
We on they ass like some pampers
Clean the scene up like a hamper
I get rack after rack, got that bag like Santa
These n*ggas cappin' we steppin' like sandals
Bullet dodgin' sh*t Julius Randall
She suckin' di*k, two hands with manners
Truckload the gang keep the stick like some campers
I pop my sh*t and they cut on the camera
I pop a perc, give me stamina
Know they don't like me but watchin' like channels
Choppa turn his ass to a dancer
[Chorus]
I got that cash right
I'm gettin' cash mornin' time and night
Pockets stuffed so my pants tight
If a f*ck n*gga play goin' down like a bad flight (Ha, ayy)
Open my mouth, teeth shine like a flashlight
Act wrong, up the Glock, act right
So many percs I don't even remember last night
I up the K get to singin' Bryan McKnight
I got that cash right
I'm gettin' cash mornin' time and night
Pockets stuffed so my pants tight
If a f*ck n*gga play goin' down like a bad flight
Open my mouth, teeth shine like a flashlight
Act wrong, up the Glock, act right
So many percs I don't even remember last night
I up the K get to singin' Bryan McKnight (Ayy)