This is a song about "Im cash"

I get it, you got cash,

Got my foot on the gas

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Release the song, cash the lot

And if you or anyone else ever comes near my cash

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Cash flow thats meers banked,

So i'm one with that

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Im sorry did i stutter bring me my cash back, i'll commit suicide still write my own shit