Turk - Cash Flow Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, ayy yeah
Look, like damn, who is you? You bad, your friend cute
Don't want her, not her, not her, just want you
Where I be? In the stu, pull up on you in a coupe

Pull up on you in the coupe, pull up on you in the
Stay fly, no suit, James Bond, I'm black
Yo, nigga, he whack, you go and come right back
You go and don't shit change, you go and call my name

We play, guess it's our game, we play, guess it's our game
I don't like it, you don't like it, we don't say shit
We psychic it, we don't say shit, cause we know
We knowing how this shit go, we knowing how this shit is

We grown, but act like kids, regardless, handlin' bizz
Regardless, handlin' damn
I hop on the beat like this, your girl wanna hop on me like
When I'm down, she getting the boot like Pam, damn

Yeah, she get it like Pam, damn
Thick as peanut butter, shake to my jam
She doin' too much, get blocked like Spam
I'm on my way up, I know I am

I'm gonna get guap, I will, I am
Niggas doin' too much, get smacked like Chris did
Get smacked like Chris did
Keepin' my faith in God, I'm Christian

Hell yeah, I'm Christian screaming R.I.P. John
I miss him, Lord knows I miss him
Love all my bros could never diss them, could never diss
Hold up, sippin' drink, got me ready to throw up

Sippin' drink, got my stomach tore up
Shawty said she know me, I don't know her
Sometimes I get cold as Minnesota
Sometimes I get cold as Minnesota

Even if I know her, I don't even know her
Had to hit her with a cold shoulder
Had to hit her with a cold shoulder
Ayy, yeah, like damn

Ayy, yeah, like
Yeah, like damn
Yeah, cash flow
Yeah, ayy

Yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy, catch flow
Cash flow, yeah, go
Yeah, ayy

Yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy