CA$HMONEYFLOW lyrics

[Chorus]
Cash money flow
I might f*ck your hoe
Pull up on that boat
See me smoking dope
No love for that hoe
Pull up, all white Ghost
See me on that molly
Yeah, I’m flying coast to coast
Packs up, got my racks up
She a bad b*tch, tell her gon’ head back that ass up
We gon’ ball fasho’, that’s forever n*gga
Yellow bone with me, man I swear this b*tch so pressure, n*gga

[Verse]
Diamonds on me so exquisite
Standing on business
[?]
All they say is “get that cash”, “get the cash”, “get your bag”
Put the Rari in the cut, b*tches run down on me fast
Oh, you bad? I might crash
Do you bad, leave you [?]
Keep the pistol on my hip, I’m not tryna go out sad
Baby, I’m from the boot
But that choppa came from [?]
Keep it with me
Ask me bout’ that jеwelry, you can’t have that
Dirty pics, dirty sticks
Dirty money, dirty blicks
Dirty lifе, dirty [?]
Put me in that room, I ain’t say sh*t
Yes, I am on that sh*t, what that mean to you?
Roxies get to punchin’ in that f*cking coupe
Five star restaurant, eating on some soup
Twenty racks on somebody head, might be you
And I don’t like to talk about what I’m finna do
But n*gga, when you see me you better not just shoot at the roof
I might drop a bag on some f*cking jewelry
You go put on Truey, I go put on Louie
Say lil Slugga, Slugga, Slugga
Man, I miss my brudda
When you get home, yeah, you know we cut up with them cutters
I’m a bad b*tch lover, this ain’t undercover
When I get you home, b*tch, I’ll get you Undercover
I might go back to the E just to flex that dough
And I ain’t never had no trouble, I just make it hoe
If you f*cking with her, you gotta put her to the test
She from [?], tryna [?] my wrist up