The Smithereens - Cash sh** lyrics

[Hook] [Smithereens] Cash flow, on thot mode That hoe just keep goin Gucci sh**, flashy n***a 100 joints pa** it n***a 50 blunts roll em b**h Jealous n***as is ugly bro Can't none of them touch me doe Best n***a up in the game They can't do the same [Smithereens] And I ain't talkin bout rap man I make the n***a take a nap man f**in round with my pack player Man down, won't even care, cuz that's ratch play Im with the sh**s, cuz I get the sh**s And I make ya n***as wanna f**in quit Cuz im 19 and im so legit And im drinkin high life, smokin trees Makin moves for revenue Livin life like a f**in king And im just a teen and a weed feen C apartments, straight bando sh** you n***as can't handle The way I get is a f**in scandal Catch me out at ABC, cuz bottle runs be alotta fun Cuz a n***a ain't even 21 But You know that I still keep a gun Trigga finga hot as the son I be goin in n***a! [Hook] [Herb] Lil Herbo, b**h I get dough Catch me on the eastside Doin transactions, hittin and kick doors Me and big bro smokin loud pack with some thick hoes But dont play with us cuz we dangerous We keep pistols Got them hammers on us in the club n***a we dont fist tho Have to blam a n***a in the club Give the piepe to lil bro All these f*ggot n***as in the club dancin like they sisco On the internet like he a thug, but I know he a b**h tho Everybody know that im a drug addict, it ain't sh** tho Spend alotta money on my drug habits, I admit tho f** it call another 8 of lean Pour up in a sprite, gettin top from a b**h It got me on my way to sleep Im so high I can't remember things R-I-P my n***a Pistol P ! [Hook]