YBN Nahmir, Too $hort, E-40 - Ca$hland lyrics

I'm a trip mode
Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on
My cash
Get it out your bitch if it come down to it
Got her hands feelin' on my
Think she finna chew it

'Bout my game, you know what it is
Leave you in a ditch
Last summer nigga scored a point
Then he got switched
By the team, I'm gon' blow brains
Don't need no assist
Ain't no talkin', we be back-to back
They know what it is
I'm through that east and I'm
Just with the guys
You know I got that four-five
So don't be surprised
I had to slow down on that
Shootin' 'cause your shooter telling shit
A nigga playing with my bread
Okay, we got them toasters, bitch
See, this nineteen-eleven'll put a bitch
Up in a casket act like you trippin'
But I ain't slipping up in traffic
40, it's on me
I get to knocking down your homies
The beef it get funky
And I can't let no nigga smoke me
Take a trip out to the beach
Will and Scotty Deblor
I don't even gotta talk 'cause off
The rip he a savage
I be in the North Pole with a pole
Living lavash told my lil' cousin Manny we
Need chicken and cabbage
Low, tryna hit the road, ducking from police
Turned on a back street, ditched the stolie
All of the sudden, my niggas coming
Shut the whole fuckin' city down
Them bands up on the 'Gram
But got 'em tucked when we come around

I'm a trip mode
Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on
My cash
Get it out your bitch if it come down to it
Got her hands feelin' on my
Think she finna chew it i'm a trip mode
Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on
My cash
Get it out your bitch if it come down to it
Got her hands feelin' on my
Think she finna chew it

I'm a ganged up individual
But I don't be talking to no killers
I be strained up with medicinal
Blow and big broccoli cigarillos
When I'm waking up to a wake and
Bake at the early crack of dawn
I grab my shoebox and proceed to
Roll up me some lime
My uncle told me that as long you live
Don't you ever be no punk
Be ready for altercations and unexpected funk
Think wisely and plan out your plot
Before you go to war don't send no amateur
Send someone that got down before
When you growing griz
It gotta go through it's ugly stage
Dead homies tatted on me to calm
Down my pain and rage
These bitches all on me
They say that I do not age
The home protection that I choose
Is a Mossberg 500 gauge

I'm a trip mode
Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on
My cash
Get it out your bitch if it come down to it
Got her hands feelin' on my
Think she finna chew it i'm a trip mode
Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on
My cash
Get it out your bitch if it come down to it
Got her hands feelin' on my
Think she finna chew it

As a youngster I never knew nothing
Just a bad-ass kid chasin' hoes
Getting money i was straight down and dirty
Got the game from the pimps
Eleven years old going hard on a bitch
(Hard on a bitch)
Bitches walking down the street trying
To get my grip
Everything she get, nigga, that's my shit
(Gimme that)
I set up shop, a million dollar spot
And all my bitches ran the whole damn block
(My bitch)
You choose me, we 'bout to switch the plan
If you playin', bitch
You goin' back to your man
But, if you stayin'
You need to meet my other bitch
You ain't cool with her
You can't fuck with this

I'm a trip mode
Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on
My cash
Get it out your bitch if it come down to it
Got her hands feelin' on my
Think she finna chew it i'm a trip mode
Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on
My cash
Get it out your bitch if it come down to it
Got her hands feelin' on my
Think she finna chew it