Tay-K - CA$H lyrics
[Tay-K - CA$H lyrics]
We live from the pit's, ya' dig?
It's Jovanchy in this bitch with Tay-K
From the mothafuckin' Boof kids
AKA Daytona Boyz Fast Life
Nyewm, nyewm, nyewm pew, pew, pew
Pffft, eeeeee!
I get the cash, I get the cash, yuh
I get the cash, cash, I get the cash, yuh
I do the dash, ice on my
Splash, I find ya' stash, yuh
Ballin' like Nash, I get the
Cash, I get the cash, yuh
I get the cash, I get the ca-ca-cash
I get the cash, I get the ca-ca-cash
Ballin' like Nash, I found ya'
Stash, I get the cash, yuh
I do the dash, I do the dash, I get the cash
Yuh
Go get the bag, in here the strap
Don't get attacked (yuh)
I know that he scared, I look at his eyes
I looked at his lash (I look at his lash)
I might just shoot, I might just hit
And never look back (yuh)
I just might buy, I just might jug
Or I just might jack (yuh)
I'm at the trap, I'm in the
Back and I'm wearing them sacks, yuh
She's calling my trap phone
She's calling my iPhone
She want to have sex (yuh)
I can't even flex, yuh, ballin' like Nash
(yuh) i need the racks, I need the racks
I need the cash (yuh)
(I get the what?)
I get the cash, I get the cash, yuh
I get the cash, cash, I get the cash, yuh
I do the dash, ice on my
Splash, I find ya' stash, yuh
Ballin' like Nash, I get the
Cash, I get the cash, yuh
I get the cash, I get the ca-ca-cash
I get the cash, I get the ca-ca-cash
Ballin' like Nash, I found ya'
Cash, I get the cash, yuh
I do the dash, I do the dash, I get the cash
Yuh
Countin' the weight, ya'
Niggas ain't safe, i'm hittin' the safe
(who hittin' the safe?)
You niggas ain't strap, stay in your place
Don't come out the gate
(don't come out the gate)
No face, no case, you made a mistake
Call and I wait (hahaha)
It ain't no debate, we need pay
Today ain't your day (nah)
Racks in my pocket, just blew 20K
Been flashing all day
What you trying to say?
Know we did it the hard way
Know we did it our way
Ballin' like Penny Hardaway
Bruce Wayne shit the hard way
Play your part today, his cash card is ayy
Passing the gas, I'm spazzing yo' ass
Hop out the coupe, get dead on his ass
Pass me the bag, or pass me the mag
You know where he at, you know all he had
Where was the cash? That paparazzi
Was dead on yo ass
See cameras flash, just for a band
That was the end
And that's all I'm sayin'
Bands, bands bitch, bands
Bands, bitch, bands, bands, bands
It's Jovanchy in this bitch with Tay-K
From the mothafuckin' Boof kids
AKA Daytona Boyz Fast Life
Nyewm, nyewm, nyewm pew, pew, pew
Pffft, eeeeee!
I get the cash, I get the cash, yuh
I get the cash, cash, I get the cash, yuh
I do the dash, ice on my
Splash, I find ya' stash, yuh
Ballin' like Nash, I get the
Cash, I get the cash, yuh
I get the cash, I get the ca-ca-cash
I get the cash, I get the ca-ca-cash
Ballin' like Nash, I found ya'
Stash, I get the cash, yuh
I do the dash, I do the dash, I get the cash
Yuh
Go get the bag, in here the strap
Don't get attacked (yuh)
I know that he scared, I look at his eyes
I looked at his lash (I look at his lash)
I might just shoot, I might just hit
And never look back (yuh)
I just might buy, I just might jug
Or I just might jack (yuh)
I'm at the trap, I'm in the
Back and I'm wearing them sacks, yuh
She's calling my trap phone
She's calling my iPhone
She want to have sex (yuh)
I can't even flex, yuh, ballin' like Nash
(yuh) i need the racks, I need the racks
I need the cash (yuh)
(I get the what?)
I get the cash, I get the cash, yuh
I get the cash, cash, I get the cash, yuh
I do the dash, ice on my
Splash, I find ya' stash, yuh
Ballin' like Nash, I get the
Cash, I get the cash, yuh
I get the cash, I get the ca-ca-cash
I get the cash, I get the ca-ca-cash
Ballin' like Nash, I found ya'
Cash, I get the cash, yuh
I do the dash, I do the dash, I get the cash
Yuh
Countin' the weight, ya'
Niggas ain't safe, i'm hittin' the safe
(who hittin' the safe?)
You niggas ain't strap, stay in your place
Don't come out the gate
(don't come out the gate)
No face, no case, you made a mistake
Call and I wait (hahaha)
It ain't no debate, we need pay
Today ain't your day (nah)
Racks in my pocket, just blew 20K
Been flashing all day
What you trying to say?
Know we did it the hard way
Know we did it our way
Ballin' like Penny Hardaway
Bruce Wayne shit the hard way
Play your part today, his cash card is ayy
Passing the gas, I'm spazzing yo' ass
Hop out the coupe, get dead on his ass
Pass me the bag, or pass me the mag
You know where he at, you know all he had
Where was the cash? That paparazzi
Was dead on yo ass
See cameras flash, just for a band
That was the end
And that's all I'm sayin'
Bands, bands bitch, bands
Bands, bitch, bands, bands, bands