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Cash Made It

From this point on, man, don't call me Babyface, ****, call me Face Mob, you know what I'm sayin'?

Shit like the mafia (Trill ****)

**** know who the fuck we are, who they can't fuck with

These bitches know the truth (Holler at me)

We comin' through like the Mafia, Army, you heard? (You heard?)

Yeah (Yeah)

Aye, I got racks in, call your best friend

Beat her back in, get her back then

I got racks in, call your best friend

Beat her back in, give her back then

I got racks in, call your best friend

Beat her back in, give her back then

I got racks in, call your best friend

Beat her back in, give her back then

The money ain't shit to a **** like me

Supreme white lows, Supreme white tee

And sit and lay it back on the crib, iced tea

I'm a rich junkie, you got a pint clean?

Girl, your ex man, next man nothin' like me

Walk in the club, make a movie, word to Spike Lee

You can never be, **** rappin' on my type beats (What?)

Have you ever seen a hunnid G's in some tight jeans?

Motor growling, let me in, let me hold the liner

On an island, silk shirt and it's new Gabbana

Money, power, I'm a prowler, wanna fuck a stylist

Got her topless while I'm vibin', I'm just in here rhymin'

I'm just in here coolin'

Playin' stupid on these ****, I know what I'm doin'

**** ain't really down, they just with the movement

**** say he gettin' money, ****, where your jewels at?

Certified, I ain't gotta prove it (Certified)

Gucci down, but my bitch in Pucci (Gucci down)

Forgiats, what the fuck is Rucci? (Forgiats)

A thousand beans stuffed in her—

Aye, I got racks in, call your best friend

Beat her back in, get her back then

I got racks in, call your best friend

Beat her back in, give her back then

I got racks in, call your best friend

Beat her back in, give her back then

I got racks in, call your best friend

Beat her back in, give her back then