CTA 2 Bach

Ayy, ayy-ayy Cash make everything go my way I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot Just enough to remember my face I used to rap on the bus My truck got a mini fridge, we storin' the drank Whatever you need, it's for us We punish the greedy, I love you, but you in the way I put a bitch in Marine Serre However you say it, that's back in the day She want to twin and the matchin' Balenci' The bitch want the gang to call her gang Real pretty ho, I salute You gather your troops, surround these waves, get ranked Think I just got déjà vu I did this before, and y'all both had the same name I bought that Lamb' for you I barely had one and I know that drive you brazy Shit, Dan said I changed, I feel him Too slime, no Boog, gang with me Too slime, no Pop on the stand I'm God, I'm Satan on Xans Nigga still do a Track' over Benz We rich, but we miss our friends If they was here, we would probably bump heads You ain't rich if it ain't got to your head Saw your text, and it's better on read I flex, and you better off dead Niggas broke, can't bap on fam' Shit, shit, twenty mil' off rap, I'm serious I ain't even think hard on the lyrics I was sick 'bout that ho, but I cured it My neighbors, they hate my Track' But they never be complainin' 'bout the Urus That drank shit cap feel like Act' New red don't even taste like syrup I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot Just enough to remember my-, ayy, ayy I make everything go my way I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot Just enough to remember my face I used to rap on the bus My truck got a mini fridge, we storin' the drank Whatever you need, it's for us We punish the greedy, I love you, but you in the-, ayy I make everything go my way, ayy I make-, ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy I make everything go my way Ayy, ayy, ayy Ha-ha