Tony Shhnow - Goin’ Through It lyrics

(I really like to use Cash) yeah, yeah, yeah

And this is what it sound
Like when you thumbin' through it
Call your bitch to give me top 'cause
I've been goin' through it
Why these niggas love to hate? Did
I do somethin' to 'em?
If you do not get no cake
Then what the hell you doin'? yeah
Champagne, black bottle boy
I don't drink it, but your ho do
So I keep some on me
Pillow talkin', that's a ho move
I do what I want and you
Doin' what you told to
Me and my niggas stick
Together like cold food hood rich
Blowin' food stamps up at Whole Foods
My boy don't do music
But he got them pro tools
He like to shoot, but he never seen a goal
Dude (I really like to use Cash)
Fuck your bitch, that's old news
I just hit the whole crew

Woah, woah, woah
This is what it sound like when
You gettin' to the racks (yeah)
I just fucked your bitch, her pussy wet
Come take her back
The way I thumb through the check
You can tell I'm on deck (yeah)
Walk out with the bag
She can tell I like to shop
Nigga called me for the juug
But I ain't even at the spot
I done failed my driver's test
But I still pull off the lot
And you know I keep that dirty, plus my boy
He got the mop (yeah)
Juug team
We just hit a lick for like ten bands
Crip tips, I got thirty rounds in this F&N
I love money and she love me too
Blue hunnids in my pocket, dawg
I don't have a clue
Real trapper, not a rapper, dawg
So I need the loot
Bring your stick, I got two
Fucked his bitch and now he blue
I got racks and they brand new
You shoot shots, but we can too
They called cops but we ain't move
We got money so we beat the case
Flexin' them racks when I'm in their face

And this is what it sound like
When you thumbin' through it
Call your bitch to give me top
'cause I've been goin' through it
Why these niggas love to hate? Did
I do somethin' to 'em?
If you do not get no cake
Then what the hell you doin'? yeah
(I really like to use Cash)
Champagne, black bottle boy
I don't drink it, but your ho do
So I keep some on me
Pillow talkin', that's a ho move
I do what I want and you
Doin' what you told to
Me and my niggas stick
Together like cold food hood rich
Blowin' food stamps up at Whole Foods
My boy don't do music
But he got them pro tools
He like to shoot, but he never seen a goal
Dude fuck your bitch, that's old news
I just hit the whole crew