[Pre-Chorus]
Used to wear my shoes and look out for the dirt
Now I beat my Jordans, don't care what they worth (Don't care what they worth)
Don't think about it, pay my bills right on the first (On the first)
I never thought I'd spend a thousand on a shirt (On a shirt)
[Chorus]
This that cash talk (Cash), this that cash talk (Cash)
YCFU, you cannot finagle us
Me and Metro back-to-back in Rover trucks
I want attention, so I got the orange one
This that cash talk, this that cash talk
Pull up, I bet you get outlined in chalk
I just spent like forty on my watch
I'm lookin' down, I'm sittin' at the top
[Verse 1]
I used to drive Corollas with a stash box
Used to sell them dimes, I hated pausin' Xbox
Remember when I had to wrestle for the box
Now I told that bitch to suck it like I’m X-Pac
Feel like I deserve, Rovers, Bentleys, spurs
Thousand dollar shirts, lots of pills and syrup (What you thought?)
These shooters gonna serve, the brown boy from the dirt
Don't get on my nerves, fast cars like NASCAR
Trap star to black cars, straps on, don't act hard
'Bout to hit the road, I can't pick which car I'm gonna drive
I been up so many nights, I just hope that I survive
Used to wear my shoes and look out for the dirt
Now I beat my Jordans, don't care what they worth (Don't care what they worth)
Don't think about it, pay my bills right on the first (On the first)
I never thought I'd spend a thousand on a shirt (On a shirt)
[Chorus]
This that cash talk (Cash), this that cash talk (Cash)
YCFU, you cannot finagle us
Me and Metro back-to-back in Rover trucks
I want attention, so I got the orange one
This that cash talk, this that cash talk
Pull up, I bet you get outlined in chalk
I just spent like forty on my watch
I'm lookin' down, I'm sittin' at the top
[Verse 1]
I used to drive Corollas with a stash box
Used to sell them dimes, I hated pausin' Xbox
Remember when I had to wrestle for the box
Now I told that bitch to suck it like I’m X-Pac
Feel like I deserve, Rovers, Bentleys, spurs
Thousand dollar shirts, lots of pills and syrup (What you thought?)
These shooters gonna serve, the brown boy from the dirt
Don't get on my nerves, fast cars like NASCAR
Trap star to black cars, straps on, don't act hard
'Bout to hit the road, I can't pick which car I'm gonna drive
I been up so many nights, I just hope that I survive
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