
Cash Flow Eve (Ft. T.I.)
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[T.I.]
I I I Iced out the crown and flooded the Franck Muller
[Chorus]
(Eve) You wanna take me out? well it ain't easy
It's E.V.E hoe you can't see me
(T.I.) I'm the KING and you can't deny me
It's T.I.P niggas beta not try me
(Eve) B B b**ches tryna act slow m mad about my cash flow
B B b**ches tryna act slow m mad about my cash
(T.I.) I I Iced out the crown Ice Iced out the crown
I I Iced out the crown and flooded the Franck Muller
[T.I.]
I'm talkin' packs out the back do, standin over black stoves
Cook it till bubble double even when it trap slow
Rizzle got couple what the f**k I wanna rap fo
What you think I'm strapped fo what I gotta scr*p fo
Had my son mak'em wonder if I'm a**hole cocaine veins herion hard and crack flows
I'm filthy rich I ain't get time to relax though
Unless I'm in a Phantom wit the automatic back do
Triple Black filled wit Hispanic and Black hoes
On a back road got'em blowin like Satch Mo
You can ask Dro if Young Pimpin'll let the mac go
And even Mac know I ain't far from Puffy and Shaq though
I I I Iced out the crown and flooded the Franck Muller
[Chorus]
(Eve) You wanna take me out? well it ain't easy
It's E.V.E hoe you can't see me
(T.I.) I'm the KING and you can't deny me
It's T.I.P niggas beta not try me
(Eve) B B b**ches tryna act slow m mad about my cash flow
B B b**ches tryna act slow m mad about my cash
(T.I.) I I Iced out the crown Ice Iced out the crown
I I Iced out the crown and flooded the Franck Muller
[T.I.]
I'm talkin' packs out the back do, standin over black stoves
Cook it till bubble double even when it trap slow
Rizzle got couple what the f**k I wanna rap fo
What you think I'm strapped fo what I gotta scr*p fo
Had my son mak'em wonder if I'm a**hole cocaine veins herion hard and crack flows
I'm filthy rich I ain't get time to relax though
Unless I'm in a Phantom wit the automatic back do
Triple Black filled wit Hispanic and Black hoes
On a back road got'em blowin like Satch Mo
You can ask Dro if Young Pimpin'll let the mac go
And even Mac know I ain't far from Puffy and Shaq though
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