Kevin Gates, Lil Phat - Gotta Have Cash lyrics

You gotta have cash to knock on my door
I make the block hot I bring out the dough
I bring out the yo i bring out the dro
I make the block hot when
I bring out the stove
You gotta have cash to knock on my door
I make the block hot I bring out the dough
I bring out the yo i bring out the dro
I make the block hot when
I bring out the stove

I move in unit's my city
Booming while under pressure
Screw being foolish, this opportunity
Who you telling i'm into rappin' and package
Handlin' for the family
And when I'm trafficking I'm
Ridin in Toyota Camry's
Supply to user but I'm the
One who supply to mover ganging influence
Comparing Gates to Larry Hoover


Forced to borrow soap and clothes
Wasn't born rich
Nine scoring fit's, foreign whips
And a foreign bitch
Restarted to extortion for Porsche in
Automatic panic
See the weapon that I'm sporting
I risk, feel I'm Mona Lisa, forever straight
Had to get her cousin cause
She thicker than the Everglades
A lot of people feel it's
Wrong and it's fucked up
It's coming to ya front door
What the fuck for?
It ain't no life in the window
I got the curtain up
Confused, slinging them burgers behind
The burger store

You gotta have cash to knock on my door
I make the block hot I bring out the dough
I bring out the yo i bring out the dro
I make the block hot when
I bring out the stove
You gotta have cash to knock on my door
I make the block hot I bring out the dough
I bring out the yo i bring out the dro
I make the block hot when
I bring out the stove

They go that young ass thuggin'
Ass nigga out the top
I'm the trill fam youngin
You can bet he call shots
I remember on the block
When I was slinging rock
Now I sold them whole things
And open up shop
Had to shut down the spot, cause got hot
Now I'm in the studio, the pen and pad my pot
I can whip it, I can flip it
I can show you what to do
From the street to the booth, I'm the truth
Yea I got what ya' want for a nice price
Keep that heater thing for jackers I'll
Put it on ya' life
You don't grind, you don't
Shine, you don't hustle, you don't eat
You ain't no goon, you don't sling iron
You can't make it in the street
Yea I'm out here grinding, I love the money
I got all my money, to make em say you dummy
Got it have it right
When ya come to the store
I got Xan bars and X', I got lean and dro

You gotta have cash to knock on my door
I make the block hot I bring out the dough
I bring out the yo i bring out the dro
I make the block hot when
I bring out the stove
You gotta have cash to knock on my door
I make the block hot I bring out the dough
I bring out the yo i bring out the dro
I make the block hot when
I bring out the stove

I like it fast, live lavish
I used to blow money
Then my nigga told me that slow be sho' money
Ima' beat the bock this money come
To the door for me gotta' sell blow
'till I blow up get show money
Sick of sitting
Got me knowing what a milli do
Willing to break a leg for the figures
Or lose a limb or two
I'm about somebody kill us
Come get rid of you
I see through your facade and I
Question is it really you
Line up, fire, why you hiding
What you really shoot
I know some goons and when I
Send them they triggers whistle
Had me spitting on instrumental
To figure the riddle find me in the middle
Double little my competition
Anyone can get it, I'm with it
It ain't' no option is it
I feel it's my turn, you got to let us by
Won't pop a wheelie in the lead
I'm gonna peddle by clutching chrome
Touching concrete like a set of tires

You gotta have cash to knock on my door
I make the block hot I bring out the dough
I bring out the yo i bring out the dro
I make the block hot when
I bring out the stove
You gotta have cash to knock on my door
I make the block hot I bring out the dough
I bring out the yo i bring out the dro
I make the block hot when
I bring out the stove