Cash sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
(Oh lord, Jetson made anotha one)

[Chorus]
Heart beatin' fast, what's that?
I can't love you like I love my money
Flflfl-pee, yea it's comin back, (Come here)
I got worried I was blowin' money like it's nothin'
Not worried I could triple this sh*t that's a fact
I go hard everyday like I'm tryna fill my stomach
I ran straight to sack f*ck a running back
Then I ran straight in that pus*y want me run it back
Broke sh*t ain't none of that
That cash sh*t I come for that
I notice that you got the bag you ran it up and fumbled that, (Woah)
Take off I ain't coming back
I'm high in a space shuttle, yea
Wishin' I would double back
pus*y it ain't none of that

[Verse]
That b*tch got cake I crumble that
Fake chains, get ya money back
Garfield, you a funny cat
A hunnit watch me double that
You got that cause you wanted that
A couple mill' I'm onto that
That old sh*t you so fond of that
Chasin' chicken it's finna hatch
I'm posted with some wild boys, they lookin for which chain to snatch
Just call me Count Fast 9, this b*tch like "what kind name is that?"
Oh chase feta makin' life better
Before I had a 2pac I had to keep my head up
Hands in the air b*tch why you got ya legs up
In that sh*t so deep told that b*tch gon' spread 'em
This b*tch so annoying talkin bout I thought a, mhh said some
Made it through the worst so that f*ck sh*t I'm prepared for
[Chorus]
Heart beatin' fast, what's that?
I can't love you like I love my money
Flflfl-pee, yea it's comin back, (Come here)
I got worried I was blowin' money like it's nothin'
Not worried I could triple this sh*t that's a fact
I go hard everyday like I'm tryna fill my stomach
I ran straight to sack f*ck a running back
Then I ran straight in that pus*y want me run it back
Broke sh*t ain't none of that
That cash sh*t I come for that
I notice that you got the bag you ran it up and fumbled that, (Woah)
Take off I ain't coming back
I'm high in a space shuttle, yea
Wishin' I would double back
pus*y it ain't none of that