Cash Rules lyrics

[Hook: Ron Gilmore + Cozz]
I know yeah, I know yeah, I know that
Cash rules everything around me
n*gga get that money
Dollar, dollar bills ya'll
Money and the fame ain't a thing, it's above it
My n*ggas getting cream, n*gga like it or love it
Cash rules everything around me
n*gga get that money
Dollar, dollar bills ya'll
Money and the fame ain't a thing, it's above it
My n*ggas getting cream, n*gga like it or love it
And kill your whole team n*gga like it ain't nothing
Swear to God

[Verse 1: Ron Gilmore]
I know I hate to see you leave
Lord knows I hate to see you cry
I know one thing we all believe
Cash rules everything around me
n*gga get that money
Dollar, dollar bills ya'll
Money and the fame ain't a thing, it's above it
My n*ggas getting cream, n*gga like it or love it
And kill your whole team
We came from something, we never been nothing
Treated like the dust we all return to the dust
We all die, we all return it's a must
But all we got is the lust
All we got is the sex, all we get is a text
All we got is a time, more we get is to flex
All you got is your love, don't nobody respect it
I'm sorry for everybody and every b*tch I neglected but look that...

[Hook: Ron Gilmore + Cozz]
Cash rules everything around me
n*gga get that money
Dollar, dollar bills ya'll
Money and the fame ain't a thing, it's above it
My n*ggas getting cream, n*gga like it or love it
Cash rules everything around me
n*gga get that money
Dollar, dollar bills ya'll
Money and the fame ain't a thing, it's above it
My n*ggas getting cream, n*gga like it or love it
And kill your whole team n*gga like it ain't nothing
Swear to God

[Outro]
I know I hate to see you leave
Lord knows I hate to see you cry
I know one thing we all believe
[Interlude]
Some of the pink meat
Some of the pink meat
Some of the pink meat