If it ain't bout cash don't waste your breath
My gun get to talkin' it's gon sentence you to death (Yeah Yeah)
Ironically we livin' for these deads (Yeah Yeah)
Imma talk my shit and make 'em feel me (Woah Woah)
I just got a text that said, don't you forget about me
I'm CashOutJony, I text her back, forget about it
20 thousand all 50s, I picked up the bounty
Need me a lil model bitch somewhere in Orange County
We gon make 'em puke up all that hatred when it's lunchtime
Shoulda been a boxer I'm real good with these punchlines
This shit way too easy like I'm dunkin' in a layup line
You need a foundation first, since you tryna make up time
Shawty think I'm fancy 'cause I pulled up in some Prada shades
They don't understand me but it ain't nothin' I'm tryn' persuade
The shit that I been through would make these niggas break
Hmph, I been on some Trop Star shit
If it ain't bout cash don't waste your breath
My gun get to talkin' it's gon sentence you to death (Yeah Yeah)
Ironically we livin' for these deads (Yeah Yeah)
Imma talk my shit and make 'em feel me (Woah Woah)
Nigga said he rich, I guess I'm filthy
I just took his bitch he wanna kill me
If swagger was a crime then I'm guilty
Look me in my eyes, this the real me
Shawty miss me
Bitch miss me
I'm takin' chances doin' shit risky
I can't hang with niggas if them niggas iffy
Every time I get a check I get a stiffy
Big bands don't mind me I'm just flexin'
I'm livin' my dreams, when I sleep it's like Inception
Look at my reflection, all I see is imperfection
Workin' til it's perfect, nigga this is my profession, yeah
If it ain't bout cash don't waste your breath
My gun get to talkin' it's gon sentence you to death (Yeah Yeah)
Ironically we livin' for these deads (Yeah Yeah)
Imma talk my shit and make 'em feel me (Woah Woah)