This Cash lyrics

[Intro: Cultie]
(Oh, that's that n*gga Zee!)
Young n*ggas still pull up five deep, not giving no f*ck
Rolling good gas (D beatz, b*tch)
Keep this sh*t a hundred-ten
How we raised, n*gga
Cultie

[Chorus: $ir Cartier & Cultie]
They ain't about this cash like I am, nah
Girl you need to check yo' n*gga (f*ck 'em)
I'm just gon’ get rich with my fam (With my fam)
I don't really see no n*ggas (I don't see 'em)
I'm in the shade, sippin' on wine, recline
Getting paid, Armani, shades, I'm blazed
Girl, I'm not try'na f*ck, get out my face, my face
Get out my face, my face (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Cultie]
I said we f*cked on a cloud
Her head so wet except when she on live
'Til her phone die
My Oakland city folk wild, he on trial
Molly man, coke jock, got the bands
Bouta roll my dope, [?]
She tells me, "Pool is open", goddamn, I nose dive
Still 4-4 down, got gold rounds, they fly
Young n*gga, stay five deep, I creep
Pull on scene, nobody gon' try me, four-five when they see my heat
Still pour pimp on the low, gotta limp on a hoe
Makin' sure that the hookers see my $teez
88 ready couldn't seen my teeth, R.I.P Papi
Still gotta place every night when I see my dreams
Pull up, not deep I see
Still bump Radiohead proudly motherf*cker
I come through, gun buck ya
Never gave a f*ck, 'cause the way a n*gga was raised
In the East Atlanta six
I give my di*k to a, bad b*tch and uh, that's the way a n*gga livin'
Cultie Marse, no trippin'
[Chorus: $ir Cartier & Cultie]
They ain't about this cash like I am, nah
Girl you need to check yo' n*gga (f*ck 'em)
I'm just gon’ get rich with my fam (With my fam)
I don't really see no n*ggas (I don't see 'em)
I'm in the shade, sippin' on wine, recline
Getting paid, Armani, shades, I'm blazed
Girl, I'm not try'na f*ck, get out my face, my face
Get out my face, my face

[Verse 2: $ir Cartier]
I'm sipping recline with a freak, diamonds all on my teeth
You can tell I'm cold when I speak
I ain't no [?], shoot for free
I got b*tches all up on me
I don't steal keys, n*gga, these all me
I'm smokin' and jokin' with b*tches that's foreign
Cartier, that n*gga I be
That's that pain sh*t, can you taste it?
My patience is bad
I don't like to talk, n*gga I like cash
Duffle bags, yeah, all of that
Bad b*tches with ass, gas all in my blunt
Trap on the c*nts
Come f*ck some, let me nut one
Get the f*ck on, I'm a boss
Cultie Marse and Carti (b*tch)
You done lost it (b*tch)
n*ggas know me (b*tch), I stay flossin' (b*tch)
You b*tch a (b*tch)
Give me head and is awesome (Speechless)
Panda, these diamonds
Your ho two-timin', Carti
[Chorus: $ir Cartier & Cultie]
They ain't about this cash like I am, nah
Girl you need to check yo' n*gga (f*ck 'em)
I'm just gon’ get rich with my fam (With my fam)
I don't really see no n*ggas (I don't see 'em)
I'm in the shade, sippin' on wine, recline
Getting paid, Armani, shades, I'm blazed
Girl, I'm not try'na f*ck, get out my face, my face
Get out my face, my face