Cash Is

So you think you look better I be stunting on ashes I gotta make money I can't focus in classes Forget chemistry you know about taxes It could be worse but I stay where the cash is You ever heard youngin preaching to the masses I can see a clear vision I don't need no glasses Small bands and mid songs that's all in the past tense Come on with me and i'll show you were the stash is So you thinks it's smart to to run a stop sign You play with me i'll leave you cockeyed Knock time Rock rhymes Leave it all critical Think you got the heat then you gonna get it smoked Never had a chance had to make my own luck Hate on me with some dollars, but a buck is a buck Focused on myself I'm not giving no *coughs* So you run up me you get hit like a truck So you think you look better I be stunting on ashes I gotta make money I can't focus in classes Forget chemistry you know about taxes It could be worse but I stay where the cash is You ever heard youngin preaching to the masses I can see a clear vision I don't need no glasses Small bands and mid songs that's all in the past tense Come on with me and i'll show you were the stash is I'm not tryna brag, but its such a rich flex Don't wanna call myself king But what else do you call the best? And these lyrics written just like a math test I'll rock out, but it really just depends Im 214, so im vibing, You dont second guess Now we speaking, I got G's on my fit, but im not wearing guess To me life is a game, so im playing more than you My life GTA in that be the damn truth Riding in a i8, But im strapped up with a two And he Brodie got mine we got ten for the group I know these youngins be banging, but ain't got a clue Why they got that op they rarely have proof Got hollywood thrills, in the Hollywood hills Got a G 19 that's gon pop like a pill Cuz you know how I go, from the D to LA I'm not no killer, But I know people that could put you in a grave Hop inside a Rari, hop in a Wraith Either way I still gonna race So I'm grinding in the Stu And ain't got beef in the streets So if I have to leave at least I made history So you think you look better I be stunting on ashes I gotta make money I can't focus in classes Forget chemistry you know about taxes It could be worse but I stay where the cash is You ever heard youngin preaching to the masses I can see a clear vision I don't need no glasses Small bands and mid songs that's all in the past tense Come on with me and i'll show you were the stash is