Cash On Me lyrics

[Hook: Sauce Walka]
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got a bag on me
b*tches in the club tryna grab on me
n*ggas hating, they intimidated
Just to tell the truth, I think they scared of me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got a bag on me
b*tches in the club tryna grab on me
n*ggas hating, they intimidated
Just to tell the truth, I think they scared of me

[Verse 1: Sancho Saucy]
I got the cash on me
My money blue but the red flag on me
Whole bunch of cash on me
n*gga I got your whole f*cking stash on me
Got your b*tch want to suck my di*k just because I'm rich, I let her gag on it
I just bought a mansion down in Katy for my b*tch spent 30 bands on it
Treat the choppa like a pillow, every time I go to sleep I be laying on it
n*ggas tripping tryna catch me slipping I'ma turn these n*ggas to a memory
I can't see these n*ggas killing me
I'm taking flights out to Italy
It take money just to go to war so you lil n*ggas shouldn't mention me
Come in here Huncho Sancho, I be breaking on these b*tches with my convo (Whoa)
At the Toyota Center, watching Rockets ball n*gga I'm sitting front row (Whoa)
I can give a flight to James Harden, I'm a living legend Sanchie Michael Jordan
I got the bag like Santa, I just dumped the whole pint in my Fanta
[Hook: Sauce Walka]
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got a bag on me
b*tches in the club tryna grab on me
n*ggas hating, they intimidated
Just to tell the truth, I think they scared of me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got a bag on me
b*tches in the club tryna grab on me
n*ggas hating, they intimidated
Just to tell the truth, I think they scared of me

[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
I just bought a million dollar mansion realtor say she want ten percent
That's a hundred thousand dollars, sh*t in two months I make that out a b*tch
Sauce Gotti yeah I'm really rich
Same n*ggas made 2 Legit
Nah n*gga not MC Hammer, the one that put white hoes in pajamas
sh*t the b*tch thought I was a Falcon how fast I flew her ass to Atlanta
Sent her ass down to Peachtree, told her "Go and get me a 30 piece"
Nah I ain't talking about chicken, I'm talking about the presidents that ain't living
Sauce Walka flow so nasty when I hit the beat it taste like chitlins
White b*tch with so much booty n*ggas like "How the b*tch ain't Brazilian?"
White Ferrari squeeze out the garage looking like motherf*ckering cream filling
Red-handed ass rappers, yeah n*ggas we done caught all y'all stealing
But it never change how we living
Now we flooding n*ggas with the dripping
[Hook: Sauce Walka]
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got a bag on me
b*tches in the club tryna grab on me
n*ggas hating, they intimidated
Just to tell the truth, I think they scared of me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got a bag on me
b*tches in the club tryna grab on me
n*ggas hating, they intimidated
Just to tell the truth, I think they scared of me