Cash On Me

(album: Lost In The Sauce - 2020)

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
Bitches in the club tryna grab on me
Niggas 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
Bitches in the club tryna grab on me
Niggas hating, they intimidated
Just to tell the truth, I think they scared of me

I got the cash on me
My money blue, but that red flag on me
Whole bunch of cash on me
Nigga, I got your whole fucking stash on me
Got your bitch wanna suck my dick
Just because I'm rich, I love the gag on it
I just bought a mansion down in 'Catur for my bitch
Spent thirty bands on it
Treat the chopper like a pillow
Every time I go to sleep, I be laying on it
Niggas tripping, tryna catch me sleeping
I'ma turn them niggas to a memory
I can't see these niggas killing me
I'm taking flights out to Italy

It take money just to go to war
So you lil' niggas shouldn't mention me
Come in here, Honcho Sancho
I be breaking on these bitches with my convo, whoa
At the Toyota Center watching the Rocket's ball
Nigga, I'm sitting front row
I could give a five to James Harden
I'm a living legend, Sanchy Michael Jordan
I got the bag like Santa
I just ducked a whole pint in my Fanta

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
Bitches in the club tryna grab on me
Niggas 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
Bitches in the club tryna grab on me
Niggas hating, they intimidated
Just to tell the truth, I think they scared of me

I just bought a million dollar mansion
Realtor say she want ten percent
That's a hunnid thousand dollars
Shit, in two months I make that out a bitch
Sauce got a yacht, I'm really rich
Same nigga made too legit
Nah, nigga, not MC Hammer
The one to put white hoes in pajamas
Shit, the bitch thought I was a Falcon
How fast I flew her ass to Atlanta

Sent her ass down to P Street
Told her, "Go and get me a thirty piece"
Nah, I ain't talking 'bout chickens
Talking 'bout them presidents that ain't living
Sauce Walka flow so nasty
When I hit the beat, it taste like chitlins
White bitch with so much booty
Niggas like, "How the bitch ain't Brazilian?"
White Ferrari's squeeze out the garage
Looking like motherfucking creme filling
Red-handed ass rappers, yeah, nigga, we'd-a caught all y'all stealing
But it never changed how we living
Now we flood niggas with the dripping

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
Bitches in the club tryna grab on me
Niggas 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
Bitches in the club tryna grab on me
Niggas hating, they intimidated
Just to tell the truth, I think they scared of me