This is a song about "Cash on me"

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

I aint winnin/ i admit it/ but im on my cash flow

40 on my face, getting cash

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

What i spend my cash on, my nikes and big tees

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Bring it home and sell it on ebay and check out my cash stack

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

You stood me up and i understand

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Rolling with some brothers letting the cash fly. alright, so let me tell you bout the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga