Текст песни Cash On Me - Sauce Walka, Sancho Saucy

Cash On Me

I got the cash on me\nI got the cash, I got the cash on me\nI got the cash on me\nI got the cash, I got the cash on me\nI got a bag on me\nBitches in the club tryna grab on me\nNiggas hating, they intimidated\nJust to tell the truth, I think they scared of me\nI got the cash on me\nI got the cash, I got the cash on me\nI got the cash on me\nI got the cash, I got the cash on me\nI got a bag on me\nBitches in the club tryna grab on me\nNiggas hating, they intimidated\nJust to tell the truth, I think they scared of me\nI got the cash on me\nMy money blue but the red flag on me\nWhole bunch of cash on me\nNigga I got your whole fucking stash on me\nGot your bitch want to suck my dick just because I’m rich, I let her gag on it\nI just bought a mansion down in Katy for my bitch spent 30 bands on it\nTreat the choppa like a pillow, every time I go to sleep I be laying on it\nNiggas tripping tryna catch me slipping I’ma turn these niggas to a memory\nI can’t see these niggas killing me\nI’m taking flights out to Italy\nIt take money just to go to war so you lil niggas shouldn’t mention me\nCome in here Huncho Sancho, I be breaking on these bitches with my convo (Whoa)\nAt the Toyota Center, watching Rockets ball nigga I’m sitting front row (Whoa)\nI can give a flight to James Harden, I’m a living legend Michael Jordan\nI got the bag like Santa, I just dumped the whole pint in my Fanta\nI got the cash on me\nI got the cash, I got the cash on me\nI got the cash on me\nI got the cash, I got the cash on me\nI got a bag on me\nBitches in the club tryna grab on me\nNiggas hating, they intimidated\nJust to tell the truth, I think they scared of me\nI got the cash on me\nI got the cash, I got the cash on me\nI got the cash on me\nI got the cash, I got the cash on me\nI got a bag on me\nBitches in the club tryna grab on me\nNiggas hating, they intimidated\nJust to tell the truth, I think they scared of me\nI just bought a million dollar mansion realtor say she want ten percent\nThat’s a hundred thousand dollars, shit in two months I make that out a bitch\nSauce Gotti yeah I’m really rich\nSame niggas made 2 Legit\nNah nigga not MC Hammer, the one that put white hoes in pajamas\nShit the bitch thought I was a Falcon how fast I flew her ass to Atlanta\nSent her ass down to Peachtree, told her «Go and get me a 30 piece»\nNah I ain’t talking about chicken, I’m talking about the presidents that ain’t\nliving\nSauce Walka flow so nasty when I hit the beat it taste like chitlins\nWhite bitch with so much booty niggas like «How the bitch ain’t Brazilian?»\nWhite Ferrari squeeze out the garage looking like motherfuckering cream filling\nRed-handed ass rappers, yeah niggas we done caught all y’all stealing\nBut it never change how we living\nNow we flooding niggas with the dripping\nI got the cash on me\nI got the cash, I got the cash on me\nI got the cash on me\nI got the cash, I got the cash on me\nI got a bag on me\nBitches in the club tryna grab on me\nNiggas hating, they intimidated\nJust to tell the truth, I think they scared of me\nI got the cash on me\nI got the cash, I got the cash on me\nI got the cash on me\nI got the cash, I got the cash on me\nI got a bag on me\nBitches in the club tryna grab on me\nNiggas hating, they intimidated\nJust to tell the truth, I think they scared of me