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Yung Gravy

Gas Money

 

Gas Money

(albüm: Gasanova - 2020)


Counting up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money
I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
I ain't a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me
You could get your face smacked if you act funny
Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money
I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money
Racked up, I'm the young Johnny Cash, money
Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money (Ayy, woo, ayy)

I think I'm Jack-in-the-Box 'cause I stay up in them buns
And your ex got that box, rated E for everyone
Ooh, damn girl, that's nasty
I hit the spin move when she tried to harass me
Tryna live but I'm dodging these thots
To the right and the left, like I'm playing Hopscotch
And I'm counting my bread up, nonstop
Gas money, fuck a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Y'all racist, stay loving incest (Fucking pussies)
Drive-by, get sprayed with the Windex
'Cause y'all nasty, boofing them cigarettes (Woo, ayy)
And it's Gravy, eternally talking my shit
Your girl eternally jocking my dick
And I could die today (Ayy, ayy)
But my gang'll stay eternally paid (Ooh, yeah)

They'll be counting up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money
I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
I ain't a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me
You could get your face smacked if you act funny
Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money
I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money
Racked up, I'm the young Johnny Cash, money
Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money

I hit the pick-six straight into the endzone (Yeah, yeah)
Make your bitch flip, now you in the friendzone (Friendzone)
Backshots, then she let me drive the Benz home
Hit Atlanta and I'm selling out the Benz dome (Ayy, ayy)
That's a quickie bag, cop a Jag', Gucci backpack
I'ma flip it fast in the cash like it's Blackjack
I'm the Sammy Davis Jr. Jr. from the Rat Pack
Gravy fuck your bitch and disappear like I'm a Snapchat

That's that gas money
Bitch, I deserve a plaque, money, mm
Daddy flapjacks, how I stack money, ayy

Counting up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money
I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
I ain't a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me
You could get your face smacked if you act funny
Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money
I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money
Racked up, I'm the young Johnny Cash, money
Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money

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