Cash Race Video (MV)

(Yeaa)

Issa cash race
I move fast pace

I'm already past great
I eat goat and I am what I ate

Shawty got ass to shake
Too high might blast away

Too much cash to waste
Dis Dior bag the safe

WHO GOT CAKE
I GOT CAKE

O T dub (W) I'm on the way
I drop Jugg the going crazy

Cant show you no love I know that you hating

She wanna smash I told her to wait
First time is yo last that's just how I play

Unzip the bag and count up the pape
Worth more then yo last Balmain with the Bape

7 racks in the bag I'm tryna go crazy
Embracing the cash put that on my braces

Tryna flood out the time 'til the end of the matrix
I'm in too much designer it ain't no escaping

I'm a young YSL check the fit and the fragrance
Way she stay on my line I cant tell that she taken

My life one of a kind you cant get me mistaken
Said its pressure on my line nigga come get deflated

Peace to dem guys that's locked up in them cages
Need a new Richard Mill to feel rich and amazing

I guess I'm a star all these niggas is gazing
Diamonds look like a star on my ear and my bracelet

Need a new 'Ventador I'm tryna go racing
All these white diamonds they thought I was racist

Know I got it for sure if you lookin for bags
Stacking these backends higher destinations

Nigga stay wit a strap
Play and get clapped
No I won't talk in no investigation

Keep the heat in my lap
Whenever I rap
Load up the clip to keep up with the cadence

You cant show me no bitch that it ain't worth replacing
I'm loving her jaw I need her information

Always knew I would ball I can get complacent
Could turn nothing to all if we switch situations

Easy amazing exotic my fragrance
She get wet as oasis when I'm in the spot

Cant rock what I rock this shit be out of stock
Invest what I want and then wait on the drop

On the way to the pack feel like punching the clock
Cant press in yo section you pressing the opps

I got too much flame cant be in the box
If you feeling ways then take off my top

Don't lack in ya lane I'm taking ya spot
Know you feel the waves I'm shaking the spot

Been cranking for days don't think I can stop
I been getting paid don't think I can stop

Whole lotta plays they come by the flock
Money made a slave I'm flipping the crop

Give a f*ck bout a hater
With all this money on my radar

Retro drip every flavor
Still giving big ups to the Savior

Can't go back and forth like a pacer
I turn the rap game to a graveyard

I run through this cake like a baker
You leave her round me imma slay her

Smoking purp in my gold like a Laker