[Intro]
Zaytoven
That boy Cash!
[Chorus]
Came along way from sharin’ rooms with my brother, yeah
We was on our own 'cause my momma worked a double, yeah
Couldn’t afford designer it was Hilfiger, Tommy yeah
I was 10 saw my cousin cookin' dope, he said, "Don’t come in here"
Every since then I been influenced to get that money, yeah
8 years old, I knew Ben Frank was a hundred, yeah
Count the cash, get the bag, track star, run it up
You might skress about yo check, because that shit not long enough
[Verse 1]
I woulda gave that bitch a whole meal because I wanted her
Hollywood bitch, she got two kids and her tummy tucked
You put up with my shit, you not weak girl, you strong enough
You were my best friend when I was broke and I was lonely girl
I was your best friend when you were down and you were vulnerable
Back when we was swipin’ EBT down by the corner store
I was in the game, I wasn't never watchin' from the crowd
In eleventh grade, yeah I had my locker smellin’ loud
Summer of twelfth grade, 'round the time I made my first child
You see a lot of pain when you shake my hand, look at my eyes
I told my brother, "No more sharin’ rooms, we gon get a bigger house"
Never forget where I came, that what this about
Zaytoven
That boy Cash!
[Chorus]
Came along way from sharin’ rooms with my brother, yeah
We was on our own 'cause my momma worked a double, yeah
Couldn’t afford designer it was Hilfiger, Tommy yeah
I was 10 saw my cousin cookin' dope, he said, "Don’t come in here"
Every since then I been influenced to get that money, yeah
8 years old, I knew Ben Frank was a hundred, yeah
Count the cash, get the bag, track star, run it up
You might skress about yo check, because that shit not long enough
[Verse 1]
I woulda gave that bitch a whole meal because I wanted her
Hollywood bitch, she got two kids and her tummy tucked
You put up with my shit, you not weak girl, you strong enough
You were my best friend when I was broke and I was lonely girl
I was your best friend when you were down and you were vulnerable
Back when we was swipin’ EBT down by the corner store
I was in the game, I wasn't never watchin' from the crowd
In eleventh grade, yeah I had my locker smellin’ loud
Summer of twelfth grade, 'round the time I made my first child
You see a lot of pain when you shake my hand, look at my eyes
I told my brother, "No more sharin’ rooms, we gon get a bigger house"
Never forget where I came, that what this about
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