F*ck what you was on last year
This year is the cash year
Last year was a bad year
But, this year shit got really real
F*ck what you was on last year
This year is the cash year
Last year was a bad year
But, this year shit got really real
Cashed out, with no hand out
Whipped the shit to my mans house
Big Js with the moon out
The rich move when its cool out
She threw the pussy, I'm like "oow wow"
Got the pussy, so I'm cool now
Excuse was "I got too high, with my
AirPods listening to GaGa. In her
Old days like RARA, in that video
Showing her tatas"
Umm I got too descriptive
Let me chill out
Y'll gon' think I'm weird
I gotta cool out
I usually body melodies
But when the beat slap
It's the man in me
Smack that shit like I'm Ali
Go so hard I don't need colleagues
K O P E over the whole beat
If I eat, then the teams eats
If I'm rich, then the fam rich
Who the hell gon' run the business
When I leave
I ain't permanent nigga
You a cowardly dog, no courage my nigga
You only around because I'm courteous nigga
Told you the rhyme scheme was simple
Its like noun, noun, nigga, nigga
But I'm still profound with the lyrics
The blogs said chill out, you rap too serious
So I tweaked the way they had to feel me
But I still happened to be serious
Now I'm mixing thinking I'm delirious
I don't know why I let you get in my head
I already know I'm the man in here
Can't nobody beat me
Always wanted to be on TV
I knew I would be everything
I always wanted to be
Now look at, look at me
What the hell, you can't believe
You see what's in your eyes
You've always been mad at me
You thought we was equal
But then I had to level up
It's a chess move, my nigga
It's a chess move, my nigga
Came into new Benjamins
Don't really know how to spend it
I'm all into investing
But I'm still a real young nigga
First hand go to momma
Second hand go to family
Third hand to the team
Might even pay to get a Grammy
KO
F*ck what you was on last year
This year is the cash year
Last year was a bad year
But, this year shit got really real
F*ck what you was on last year
This year is the cash year
Last year was a bad year
But, this year shit got really real
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F*ck what you was on last year
This year is the cash year
Last year was a bad year
But, this year shit got really real
F*ck what you was on last year
This year is the cash year
Last year was a bad year
But, this year shit got really real
Cashed out, with no hand out
Whipped the shit to my mans house
Big Js with the moon out
The rich move when its cool out
She threw the pussy, I'm like "oow wow"
Got the pussy, so I'm cool now
Excuse was "I got too high, with my
AirPods listening to GaGa. In her
Old days like RARA, in that video
Showing her tatas"
Umm I got too descriptive
Let me chill out
Y'll gon' think I'm weird
I gotta cool out
I usually body melodies
But when the beat slap
It's the man in me
Smack that shit like I'm Ali
Go so hard I don't need colleagues
K O P E over the whole beat
If I eat, then the teams eats
If I'm rich, then the fam rich
Who the hell gon' run the business
When I leave
I ain't permanent nigga
You a cowardly dog, no courage my nigga
You only around because I'm courteous nigga
Told you the rhyme scheme was simple
Its like noun, noun, nigga, nigga
But I'm still profound with the lyrics
The blogs said chill out, you rap too serious
So I tweaked the way they had to feel me
But I still happened to be serious
Now I'm mixing thinking I'm delirious
I don't know why I let you get in my head
I already know I'm the man in here
Can't nobody beat me
Always wanted to be on TV
I knew I would be everything
I always wanted to be
Now look at, look at me
What the hell, you can't believe
You see what's in your eyes
You've always been mad at me
You thought we was equal
But then I had to level up
It's a chess move, my nigga
It's a chess move, my nigga
Came into new Benjamins
Don't really know how to spend it
I'm all into investing
But I'm still a real young nigga
First hand go to momma
Second hand go to family
Third hand to the team
Might even pay to get a Grammy
KO
F*ck what you was on last year
This year is the cash year
Last year was a bad year
But, this year shit got really real
F*ck what you was on last year
This year is the cash year
Last year was a bad year
But, this year shit got really real
This year is the cash year
Last year was a bad year
But, this year shit got really real
F*ck what you was on last year
This year is the cash year
Last year was a bad year
But, this year shit got really real
Cashed out, with no hand out
Whipped the shit to my mans house
Big Js with the moon out
The rich move when its cool out
She threw the pussy, I'm like "oow wow"
Got the pussy, so I'm cool now
Excuse was "I got too high, with my
AirPods listening to GaGa. In her
Old days like RARA, in that video
Showing her tatas"
Umm I got too descriptive
Let me chill out
Y'll gon' think I'm weird
I gotta cool out
I usually body melodies
But when the beat slap
It's the man in me
Smack that shit like I'm Ali
Go so hard I don't need colleagues
K O P E over the whole beat
If I eat, then the teams eats
If I'm rich, then the fam rich
Who the hell gon' run the business
When I leave
I ain't permanent nigga
You a cowardly dog, no courage my nigga
You only around because I'm courteous nigga
Told you the rhyme scheme was simple
Its like noun, noun, nigga, nigga
But I'm still profound with the lyrics
The blogs said chill out, you rap too serious
So I tweaked the way they had to feel me
But I still happened to be serious
Now I'm mixing thinking I'm delirious
I don't know why I let you get in my head
I already know I'm the man in here
Can't nobody beat me
Always wanted to be on TV
I knew I would be everything
I always wanted to be
Now look at, look at me
What the hell, you can't believe
You see what's in your eyes
You've always been mad at me
You thought we was equal
But then I had to level up
It's a chess move, my nigga
It's a chess move, my nigga
Came into new Benjamins
Don't really know how to spend it
I'm all into investing
But I'm still a real young nigga
First hand go to momma
Second hand go to family
Third hand to the team
Might even pay to get a Grammy
KO
F*ck what you was on last year
This year is the cash year
Last year was a bad year
But, this year shit got really real
F*ck what you was on last year
This year is the cash year
Last year was a bad year
But, this year shit got really real
Writer: JAYLEN ANDRELL DOUGLAS
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave