Cash Fever

(альбом: North Boy - 2019)

I got a cash Fever
I got a cash Fever
I got a cash fever
I got a cash fever
Dope dance like ballerina
My shit bust out the meter
She gone' set it off Latifa
Like baby girl hold my heater
Can't see me like John Cena
Masked up like halloween yea
Baby I got a cash fever
If you ain't bout the bag see you
Drop four my two litre
Run the field like a pittsburgh stealer
Ride around with some killers and dealers
Ruth Chris we ain't missing dinners
Four-Five that's a fever
Baby girl you ain't no keeper
Rackades on swag visa
Ride round we so illegal
My trap spot running like gino
Lil boy bully like deebo
Niggas is shady gazebo
Shoutout the plug for the seagull
And we ride with a stick or two
Nigga slip like he stepped on lube
Burna but I don't lose my cool Play it g I just play it cool
I can tell you what the cash do
Get these niggas head boost
Bet these bitches gon' choose
Youngins want tha bag too
So they out past curfew
Smokin demi no pruple
Spray a nigga like perfume
Niggas funny like Urkle
I need like hella racks
Talks cheap I ain't buying that
They sold me plenty dreams and I ain't get a recipt for that
Play the card like crazy eight
Just me and my thirty-eight
And tell my niggas free LA
He gon' sing like Ricky James
Fat kid had to get a little cake
You know I got plenty on my plate
Money I adore yea
They know I'm from the North yea
I got a cash Fever
I got a cash Fever
I got a cash fever
I got a cash fever
Dope dance like ballerina
My shit bust out the meter
She gone' set it off Latifa
Like baby girl hold my heater
Can't see me like John Cena
Masked up like halloween yea
Baby I got a cash fever
If you ain't bout the bag see you
Drop four my two litre
Run the field like a pittsburgh stealer
Ride around with some killers and dealers
Ruth Chris we ain't missing dinners
So much hand to hand
I'm in the trap milly rocking'
Shoot at me like an Aston Martin
Pull up and score like Magic Johnson
Going hard got no option
Going hard getting exhaust
Smoking on gas exhaust
Smoking on a whole lot of Opps
Free my mans locked in the box
She asked if its shoes or socks
Wipe him up with a broom or the mop
I know its that lean when it drop
Yea my niggas they water whip
Show you how to flip a quarter brick
Bro bro can't afford the drip
Hang you up like an ornament
Better not come short with it
Fuck the bitch got bored of it
Never lie gotta tote the blick
Step in drip but I won't slip Valentinos they cost a brick
Yea I got a cash fever
Yea I got a swag fever
Yea I got a mad heated
And this money gon' fight the demons
And this bitch got me hiding secrets
And you know my squad undefeated
Hunned niggas a hundred heaters
Break a pack down like reese's pieces
The plug let me fuck his nieces
VVS's in my pieces
Fuck a cheque I don't need no reason
I got a cash Fever
I got a cash Fever
I got a cash fever
I got a cash fever
Dope dance like ballerina
My shit bust out the meter
She gone' set it off Latifa
Like baby girl hold my heater
Can't see me like John Cena
Masked up like halloween yea
Baby I got a cash fever
If you ain't bout the bag see you
Drop four my two litre
Run the field like a pittsburgh stealer
Ride around with some killers and dealers
Ruth Chris we ain't missing dinners