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PayFre$ho - Ca$h Flow lyrics

Artist: PayFre$ho

album: A World Of My Own


They all left for a while, now they knocking on the back door
Dripping to the socks, that's a motherfucking ca$h flow
Shit this bitch might need a mop I'm 'bout to spill it on the wood floors
He's talking Ones I'm talking Force I'm still the flyest like a night crow
This year we takin' off, you're left behind
You ain't my homie so go use the metro
Check the tag, this ain't bought from the outlets
I get racks, I get money out of pockets
Crep protect for my Nikes, now I'm flawless
Kept away from these bitches, now I'm cautious
Way they act, they all hungry for the rumours
Double sided need a mirror, I can't trust them
Take this L, not on top, you the missfit
She want me back, I cannot have her, that's a been hit
I saved her ass
I saved that kitty
Now I kill it
I make her smile, her eyes are shining, now we kissing
If we make it past the hate, that's for my city
Fre$ho style, refresh her mouth with all my children
I cam again and then again, I'm still gon' hit it
Bag, bag, bag
I'm gon' be baggin' for the night
Pass, pass, pass
I'm gon' be passing, yeah I might
Nas, Nas, Nas
Yeah she's so nasty she alright
I can't wife that last, 'cause she was crazy that's a fact
New phone, new bitch
Ex is calling, who is this
Check the stats, lil buddy
Doubled up I'm getting rich
Bad broad with the tints
Her eyes are covered with my kids
I'm 'bout to pic it for the gram
She can't see me I'm like John
I disappeared like I'm Houdini
Never come last, I come in first
I win the race without no pity
They actin' blind you got two eyes, she got a WAP, but you ain't Fetty
I get the cheese, I smoke the cabbage
Make the diner Fettucini
She was straight, but now she ain't
I cuffed her up, now she is needy
Talk 'bout cash, use that against me
I paid her gas, now she is greedy
Gave her a quicky not too long
I gotta save some for the baddies
Trap mobile that's what she drives, I feel so bad for what he's getting
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
They all left for a while, now they knocking on the back door
Dripping to the socks, that's a motherfucking ca$h flow
Shit this bitch might need a mop I'm 'bout to spill it on the wood floors
He's talking Ones I'm talking Force I'm still the flyest like a night crow

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