White House Tony Shhnow
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[Intro]
(I really like to use cash)
Yeah, we don't take cards
Yeah, no cashapp
No PayPal
And if you can, we just doin’ cash this time
Count up
[Chorus]
Countin' up presidents, I don't got no address to the White House
That paper on me like homework
She got a [?]
I’m wearing all black but her face clean white
She know that I sip but I don't eat takeout
Rockin' CC but I'm ridin' with that K out
Play with that ye, that's how you get laid out
I don't play games but I'm always at the playhouse
I’m so in love with money, I broke up with the block
Then I got back with them hunnids’
Shawty wanna eat me
Pourin' peach Fanta hittin’ donuts down on Peachtree
[Verse]
[?] but designer on me not for free
I walk in the courthouse fresher than the judge
I could get a brick off, I move weight like Rick Ross
I know they hate it when I flex like this
Stay from around me, hoe you got the ‘Rona
(I really like to use cash)
You wouldn't understand why I was standin' on the corner
Playin' with a check but I can’t play with my opponent
Ridin' with your hoe and I just put some miles on it
Fuck her once then cut her off, I threw the towel on it
I done lost alotta niggas but I found money
Laughin' to the bank, I don't mean to sound funny
It always rain in my trap but the clouds sunny
I can't even leave the house, I got the stove runnin'
My niggas hittin' licks, they wipe him like his nose runnin'
Police come, I act like I ain't go to school, I don't know nothin'
No i-Touch, I got hoes toe touchin'
Money make my trap wet, we got O's bussin'
(I really like to use cash)
Yeah, we don't take cards
Yeah, no cashapp
No PayPal
And if you can, we just doin’ cash this time
Count up
[Chorus]
Countin' up presidents, I don't got no address to the White House
That paper on me like homework
She got a [?]
I’m wearing all black but her face clean white
She know that I sip but I don't eat takeout
Rockin' CC but I'm ridin' with that K out
Play with that ye, that's how you get laid out
I don't play games but I'm always at the playhouse
I’m so in love with money, I broke up with the block
Then I got back with them hunnids’
Shawty wanna eat me
Pourin' peach Fanta hittin’ donuts down on Peachtree
[Verse]
[?] but designer on me not for free
I walk in the courthouse fresher than the judge
I could get a brick off, I move weight like Rick Ross
I know they hate it when I flex like this
Stay from around me, hoe you got the ‘Rona
(I really like to use cash)
You wouldn't understand why I was standin' on the corner
Playin' with a check but I can’t play with my opponent
Ridin' with your hoe and I just put some miles on it
Fuck her once then cut her off, I threw the towel on it
I done lost alotta niggas but I found money
Laughin' to the bank, I don't mean to sound funny
It always rain in my trap but the clouds sunny
I can't even leave the house, I got the stove runnin'
My niggas hittin' licks, they wipe him like his nose runnin'
Police come, I act like I ain't go to school, I don't know nothin'
No i-Touch, I got hoes toe touchin'
Money make my trap wet, we got O's bussin'
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