This is a song about "We got cash"

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

It's insane how we can take some cash and make it something,

I miss the better days

What else do we got dave?

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

I get it, you got cash,

So chase the air hide your stash

Lips and show no cockyness, we got the tricks, we got the kicks, we got the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Its the struggle we got gotta

I try to tell them i'm one of the

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Hurry up with the cash bitch, i got a ride waiting