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Cash Nap Video (MV)




Performed By: A.Leech
Length: 3:01
Written by: Aidan Nolan




A.Leech - Cash Nap Lyrics




Tryna sell some weed for this money
Cause I don't really do this shit for free

Gotta spend it on some promo
I don't give a f*ck tho
Yea this shit a passion
But Imma still want more doe
They tell me I'm a natural
But I don't know at what tho
I do it cause I need to
Yea I fukn need to

Lemme tell you bout my weed tho
This the new Versace
Head up off my body
Like I was tripping off some molly
And I hate to break a promise
But I'm not really sorry
I get high off my supply
Now my room is my safari

And I needa get the bag yuh
Like I don't really rap bruh
I'm more of like artist who's been strapped
Up for some cash
See I gotta pay my rent bruh
But I gotta make an album
Cause if I don't I'll play fukn kill my self or try something real drastic

Yea something drastic
We've all been smoking plastic
The only time I move is when I'm moving out of madness
I say it's for the people but I do it for the passion
But your boy is f*cking broke and he's just tryna get around it - yuh
I'm just tryna get around it
So do ya got 2 bucks
I do not take cash app

I do not take cash app

Tryna sell some weed for this money
Cause I don't really do this shit for free

I could sell some weed for this money
I need to think of something
I could sell some of this weed for some money
I need to think of something

Money money money
Funny funny

I wrap it, I rip and then I run it

Lil money in the building
Lil mama with the children

Lil baby in the building
Lil mama have my children
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Tryna sell some weed for this money
Cause I don't really do this shit for free

Gotta spend it on some promo
I don't give a f*ck tho
Yea this shit a passion
But Imma still want more doe
They tell me I'm a natural
But I don't know at what tho
I do it cause I need to
Yea I fukn need to

Lemme tell you bout my weed tho
This the new Versace
Head up off my body
Like I was tripping off some molly
And I hate to break a promise
But I'm not really sorry
I get high off my supply
Now my room is my safari

And I needa get the bag yuh
Like I don't really rap bruh
I'm more of like artist who's been strapped
Up for some cash
See I gotta pay my rent bruh
But I gotta make an album
Cause if I don't I'll play fukn kill my self or try something real drastic

Yea something drastic
We've all been smoking plastic
The only time I move is when I'm moving out of madness
I say it's for the people but I do it for the passion
But your boy is f*cking broke and he's just tryna get around it - yuh
I'm just tryna get around it
So do ya got 2 bucks
I do not take cash app

I do not take cash app

Tryna sell some weed for this money
Cause I don't really do this shit for free

I could sell some weed for this money
I need to think of something
I could sell some of this weed for some money
I need to think of something

Money money money
Funny funny

I wrap it, I rip and then I run it

Lil money in the building
Lil mama with the children

Lil baby in the building
Lil mama have my children
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Writer: Aidan Nolan
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