Futurama lyrics

[Intro]
(Izze The Producer)
(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)

[Chorus]
Ooh, cash, cash, give me the cash
Goin' so fast, I might f*ck up the dash
(Wait, what? Hmm, it's me)
Ooh, splash, splash, diamonds on splash
Lookin' so clear that my ass is a glass
(Drip, drip, is that glass on your neck right there?)
Ooh, trash, trash, these b*tches is trash
You f*cked my brothers and let 'em all smash
(You a ho, you a ho, you a ho, you a ho)
What? Ask, ask, please do not ask
Talkin' behind me, then I might just crash
(Man, I don't know sh*t, don't ask me no mothaf*ckin' questions)
b*tch, what?

[Verse]
My foreign no rental, b*tch, you had potential
Suck a di*k, yeah, it's all in your mental
They're takin' notes, no pen and pencil
Knock on my door, you will not enter
Can't trust that b*tch, you find her, I'll tend her
Yeah, can't trust these b*tches, they all some pretenders
Pull up on a n*gga, make him surrender
Yeah, I feel on her titties, she say that sh*t tender
Eat up a beat just like it is dinner
I can't come in second, I'm always the winner
Yeah, I say my prayers, I know I'm a sinner
Futurama, baby, I'm gonna bend her
You hit her, I quit her
No matter the gender, I'll f*ck her, then send her
b*tch, I ain't your vendor, you was a contender
I'm not an offender, your b*tch a attender
[Chorus]
Ooh, cash, cash, give me the cash
Goin' so fast, I might f*ck up the dash
(Wait, what? Hmm, it's me)
Ooh, splash, splash, diamonds on splash
Lookin' so clear that my ass is a glass
(Drip, drip, is that glass on your neck right there?)
Ooh, trash, trash, these b*tches is trash
You f*cked my brothers and let 'em all smash
(You a ho, you a ho, you a ho, you a ho)
What? Ask, ask, please do not ask
Talkin' behind me, then I might just crash
(Man, I don't know sh*t, don't ask me no mothaf*ckin' questions)
b*tch