Cash Shit Highway

[Intro]
(Oh lord, Jetson made anotha one)

[Chorus]
Heart beatin' fast, what's that?
I can't love you like I love my money
Flflfl-pee, yea it's comin back, (Come here)
I got worried I was blowin' money like it's nothin'
Not worried I could triple this shit that's a fact
I go hard everyday like I'm tryna fill my stomach
I ran straight to sack fuck a running back
Then I ran straight in that pussy want me run it back
Broke shit ain't none of that
That cash shit I come for that
I notice that you got the bag you ran it up and fumbled that, (Woah)
Take off I ain't coming back
I'm high in a space shuttle, yea
Wishin' I would double back
Pussy it ain't none of that

[Verse]
That bitch got cake I crumble that
Fake chains, get ya money back
Garfield, you a funny cat
A hunnit watch me double that
You got that cause you wanted that
A couple mill' I'm onto that
That old shit you so fond of that
Chasin' chicken it's finna hatch
I'm posted with some wild boys, they lookin for which chain to snatch
Just call me Count Fast 9, this bitch like "what kind name is that?"
Oh chase feta makin' life better
Before I had a 2pac I had to keep my head up
Hands in the air bitch why you got ya legs up
In that shit so deep told that bitch gon' spread 'em
This bitch so annoying talkin bout I thought a, mhh said some
Made it through the worst so that fuck shit I'm prepared for