Walk Away lyrics

[Intro]
How could you ever walk away?
(The Coal Cash Collection)
After all I've done for you?
(Welcome to Get a Bag Records)
I feel like there's a knife in my back, babe (Let's get a bag)
You might as well pull it all the way through
(Ayo, Cash, I think we got one)

[Verse 1: AllStar JR]
Sippin' champagne in Louis, I ain't picked out a shoe yet
This money sh*t you hear these n*ggas lyin' 'bout, I do that
f*ck her, I'll smack this b*tch tonight and get a new cat
f*ck her, I'll crack this b*tch tonight and get a new rat
I was broke, ain't nobody pick me up, n*gga
You got some blues, well, I'm tryna pick 'em up, n*gga
Got somebody waitin', I ain't gon' be stuck with 'em
Five hundred of 'em and it ain't enough, n*gga
'Caine jumpin' from the line, call it Aaron Gordon
Brodie hit you from the top, call it Eric Gordon
Smokin' on this blunt cost a b*tch a pair of Jordans
Suckin' for some months, b*tch won't get a pair of Jordans
We ain't just gettin' jacks gone, I had a bunch of lines
n*ggas get brain freeze, they hit the booth and lie
Sellin' zips of the pink, pull up, come get high
He ain't hip it's fake Runtz, give me four-sixty-five
[Interlude]
How could you ever walk away?
After all I've done for you?
I feel like there's a knife in my back, babe
You might as well pull it all the way through

[Verse 2: Baby Money]
Can't walk away from the streets, I never had a job
They don't think I'd be sh*t if I ain't have the mob
I got a Rollie on my wrist, I need a Patek now
We almost at our destination, b*tch, don't panic now
n*gga, the dog so good, it got 'em passin' out
The work movin' so fast, they think we pass it out
We get all the best work, they think we had a scout
They gave my dog twenty-five and he maxin' out
We serve blues for forty-five, take that route, I need a ticket
Thought I f*cked off a Perc', when I'm in it, hit different
Call that boy Andrew, he get that stick and get to wiggin'
Y'all boys ain't really out the way, I heard y'all n*ggas only sendin'
Fishscales in the house, I ain't never been fishin'
Crib worth five thousand, made a million out the kitchen
Buyin' sh*t two times, I had to stop wearin' Balenci'
Wear it once, give it away, this sh*t ain't nothin' when you get it

[Outro]
How could you ever walk away?
After all I've done for you?
I feel like there's a knife in my back, babe
You might as well pull it all the way through