DASH MONEY lyrics

[Intro]
Dash money, fast money
Clean money, dirty money
Mix it up with the-
Mix it up, f*ck it, haha

[Verse 1]
Ayy
Ecstasy poppin' she's a wild card
She barely in my practice squad she on your startin' team
Album comin' soon homie
Get that Barter 3
She heard I'm coming through homie
Hide her everything
Pop another yop I numb myself, I feel myself
This yoppa just kicked in, don't mind my spazz I feel myself
I need another one, another one, another one
Avoid my old friend, f*ck that judgement, another one
I'm lane switchin', I'm swervin'
My b*tch miss me, I'm servin'
Don't know me lookin' fishy over here I am surfin'
I been early mornin' where my birds, where the worms at?
n*gga say gimme he gon' gimme hope it's worth it
Never hoving, I'm in my coffin f*ckin' smurkin'
Shakin' miss my Xans momma sad my tummy hurtin'
But next time I pop one, it's gon' feel like this the first one
I know how I'm workin' did this on purpose
Ain't gotta know my limit, reached that on purpose