DOM KENNEDY - Let the Money Burn lyrics

Lets get this cash lets get this cash
Lets get this cash

What's up what's up what's up
What's up with you niggas
Oh y'all stunting
You got thirty houses, why y'all fronting?
Quit playing I ain't impressed
By small numbers talk chunkier
Ever seen the 911 parked all up on the curb?
Just left my grandmomma house
We used to hit that
Don't make me smoke this whole
Bag till it's emptied out
King of the south, when he went to jail
I said damn they just love
To see a nigga fail
Imma keep it facts, I don't fuck with rap
Shit is only temporary like you fix a flat
And I'm a real player, like a Thunderbird
I just go up in value, let me do my turn
Please let the money burn
Never kiss and tell
I don't got time for it baby
Not if it smell
I like mine well done, make it clap
Please look me in my eyes
When you fuck me back
Karl Malone with the mail, right on time huh
Just want everything to sound like vagina
This a business call, you can get the axe
Same nigga everyday, just a different track
Yeah yeah
Bout my business, uh


I been coppin bands, like I'm flipping packs
I whisper in her ear
Gimme that can't leave it up to chance
Ready for my first pitch
Putting something in the music that
Can make the Earth skip
Rockin Vans, off white man you know it
Got some friends coming through hoping
That she don't blow it
Bitch you had your time
Now we quick to smash
She wear that little pink skirt
Just to get me mad i don't like to brag
I been through some real shit
Back when MTV was playing
Videos with Will Smith
When she lived in a different
Neighborhood I still went
Her mom kicked me out on the
Street when she got home im bout it
Im bout it
You can ask that nigga BD he can vouch for us

New beat, new flow new spots, new rose
Gotta get this cash gotta get this cash
New beats, new - new spots, new-
Gotta get this cash cash

4 in the morning and I'm still up cash
Cash cash