Cash Collector* lyrics
by Yeat
(Lyrics from snippet)
(Chorus 1: Yeat)
If you wanna [?] of me, why you again lie?
Trynna to beef with me, you already die
All my tonka being, be with me allow (ayy)
[?] Pull up
All my thot be hot, with my squad
Run it up, run it up (oh really)
From my quapa, killin mob. [?]