Cash in on it
Smashin' on it
Smashin' on it
Yeah
One fifty-five at the jeweller (Yeah), two hundred miles on the dash (Two hundred miles on the dash)
Cherish everything I have (Yeah), it could go in a flash (It could go in a flash)
I don't even wanna go re-up (Nah)
But really, what choice do I have? (Really, what choice do I have?)
I know that they hate when they see us (Yeah)
But really, what choice do they have? (What choice do they have)
I worked hard for my shit, yeah, yeah (Hunch)
They can't even fathom the fact that I'm rich
Jump in the wagon (Skrrt), shit, I tell 'em, "I don't even rap for the kids"
AP on me, that's the platinum ting
Been couple years, I've been back in the gym
I got this anger within
It's mad 'cause they all on some gangster shit
Huh, it's mad, everybody's a rat and a snitch
Drifted away, now I'm back on my shit
Diamonds and baddies, I'm back on my shit
Still in a tracky, I'm back on my shit
Lean by the pint, I'm back on my shit
I'm back on my shit
Back on my shit
Huh, they talkin', but ain't really backin' they shit
Trappin', but ain't really stackin' they shit, I'm turnt (Stackin' his shit)
My plug, he don't ask me no questions, for real, 'cause he knows I pull up and I cash in on it (Cash)
Algerian baddie, I'm smashin' on it (Smash)
Tell her to hold all the cash in the whip
Championship, uh
I'm winnin', I won
Told Facey, “I'm thinkin' a couple of kilo's, I would've just ran through a ton”
My name, they can't drag through the mud
My name, they can't drag through the mud (Mud)
I'm still hood, I've been real from the jump (Yeah, yeah)
One fifty-five at the jeweller (Fifty-five at the jeweller), two hundred miles on the dash (Two hundred miles on the)
I cherish everything I have (Cherish everything), it could go in a flash (It could go in a)
I don't even wanna go re-up (Don't really wanna go)
But really, what choice do I have? (Really, what choice do I)
I know that they hate when they see us (Know that they hate when they)
But really, what choice do they have? (Really, what choice do they)
I worked hard for my shit, yeah, yeah (Hunch)
They can't even fathom the fact that I'm rich (Rich)
Jump in the wagon (Skrrt), shit, I tell 'em, "I don't even rap for the kids"
AP on me, that's the platinum ting
Been couple years, I've been back in the gym
I got this anger within
Hunch, yeah
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
