CTA 2 Bach

Cash make everything go my way

I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot, just enough to remember my face

I used to rap on the bus, my truck got a mini fridge, be storing the drink

Whatever you need, it's for us, we punish the greedy, I love you, but you in the way

I put a bitch in my Marine Serre, however you say it, that's back in the day

She want the twin and the matching Balencis, the bitch want the gang to call her gang

Real pretty ho, I salute

You gather ya troops around these ways, get rank

Think I just got déjà vu, I did this before

And y'all both have the same name

I bought that Lamb' for you, I barely had one, and I know that drive you brazy

Shit, they had said I changed, I feel him

Too slime, no Boog ain't with me

Too slime, no Poppa understand

I'm God, I'm Satan off Xans

**** still do a track on the Benz

We rich, but we miss our friends

If they was here, we would probably bump heads

You ain't rich if it ain't got to your head

Saw your text and it's better on read

I flex and you better off dead

**** broke, can't bap our fam'

Shit, shit

20 mill' off rap, I'm serious

I ain't even think hard on the lyrics

I was sick 'bout that ho, but I cured it

My neighbors, they hate my Track'

But they never be complaining about the Urus

That drank shit caps like Act

Knew the red don't even taste like syrup

I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot, just enough to remember my

I make everything go my way

I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot, just enough to remember my face

I used to rap on the bus, my truck got a mini fridge, be storing the drink

Whatever you need, it's for us, we punish the greedy, I love you, but you in the

I make everything go my way

I make

I make everything go my way