Starlito, Killa Kyleon, Young Dolph - Cashville To Memphis To Houston lyrics
[Starlito, Killa Kyleon, Young Dolph - Cashville To Memphis To Houston lyrics]
Where the money come fast
But the love don't last
Fuckin right, had to get it on my own
No I wasn't gon ask
Lookin back I come fuckin up a sack
Said fuckin ima stack
Looked up got another hundred racks
(Damn) Got another hundred rack (yeah)
Yeah, that money come fast
(forreal) , and that hate come ever faster
But I tell em I don't give fuck
Cause my coupe go even faster
I'm in the hood with the trappers
Never thought I would be a rapper (Nah)
Take chances cause I love to gamble
Young nigga burnin money like a candle
Aye gotta whole lot of money
Lost a whole lot of friends (shit crazy)
Got a whole lot of whips
And a whole lot of ice
Wish I could give all this shit up
To bring my grandma back to life rIP
My nigga, I'm just living my life
Somebody pass me the light (Smoke one)
They gon have to catch me tonight
I'm on one, and got one on me
Where I'm from homie, it was squeeze on sight
We don't fight
Drink so dark and weed so light
Need 3 more sprites (Damn)
Took a lot of chances to grind it hard
(Killa=-check 1, 2 what it do)
That's why Lito ice, like casino lights yeah
I done seen it all
Like these 80 inches mobbing on my wall
(yeah)
When the money goes, watch the bitches play
With other niggas getting when you rise
And fall
Used to pray to God, hoping that I would ball
(Swish) just to fuck it off in Galleria mall
Now flooded rollies, kilo, Cuban links
Multi colored couches think I'm Biggie Smalls
(baby, baby)
Watcha know about a hundred pints
A hundred pounds of smoke i got wall to wall
IPhone steady going dead, where
My charger at, i got too many calls
(what it do siri) money over bitches
Mother fuck a pig, cause I hate bacon
(Lito ahhh) and the fuckin law
And I hate waitin on patience at all
It's safe to say, I'm going state to state
Makin payments
No vacation when you paper chasing
We don't make excuses
We just make arrangements
(just make arrangements, yeah)
Go get the money nigga
Cashville, to Memphis, to Houston, Me, Dolph
And KIlla we all from the same place
Where the money come fast
But the love don't last
Fuckin right, had to get it on my own
No I wasn't gon ask
Lookin back I come fuckin up a sack
Said fuckin ima stack
Looked up got another hundred racks
(Damn) Got another hundred rack (yeah)
But the love don't last
Fuckin right, had to get it on my own
No I wasn't gon ask
Lookin back I come fuckin up a sack
Said fuckin ima stack
Looked up got another hundred racks
(Damn) Got another hundred rack (yeah)
Yeah, that money come fast
(forreal) , and that hate come ever faster
But I tell em I don't give fuck
Cause my coupe go even faster
I'm in the hood with the trappers
Never thought I would be a rapper (Nah)
Take chances cause I love to gamble
Young nigga burnin money like a candle
Aye gotta whole lot of money
Lost a whole lot of friends (shit crazy)
Got a whole lot of whips
And a whole lot of ice
Wish I could give all this shit up
To bring my grandma back to life rIP
My nigga, I'm just living my life
Somebody pass me the light (Smoke one)
They gon have to catch me tonight
I'm on one, and got one on me
Where I'm from homie, it was squeeze on sight
We don't fight
Drink so dark and weed so light
Need 3 more sprites (Damn)
Took a lot of chances to grind it hard
(Killa=-check 1, 2 what it do)
That's why Lito ice, like casino lights yeah
I done seen it all
Like these 80 inches mobbing on my wall
(yeah)
When the money goes, watch the bitches play
With other niggas getting when you rise
And fall
Used to pray to God, hoping that I would ball
(Swish) just to fuck it off in Galleria mall
Now flooded rollies, kilo, Cuban links
Multi colored couches think I'm Biggie Smalls
(baby, baby)
Watcha know about a hundred pints
A hundred pounds of smoke i got wall to wall
IPhone steady going dead, where
My charger at, i got too many calls
(what it do siri) money over bitches
Mother fuck a pig, cause I hate bacon
(Lito ahhh) and the fuckin law
And I hate waitin on patience at all
It's safe to say, I'm going state to state
Makin payments
No vacation when you paper chasing
We don't make excuses
We just make arrangements
(just make arrangements, yeah)
Go get the money nigga
Cashville, to Memphis, to Houston, Me, Dolph
And KIlla we all from the same place
Where the money come fast
But the love don't last
Fuckin right, had to get it on my own
No I wasn't gon ask
Lookin back I come fuckin up a sack
Said fuckin ima stack
Looked up got another hundred racks
(Damn) Got another hundred rack (yeah)