Cash Diet Songtext
Reece take em' to church
Fucking with the schemers draining out accounts
He ain't tryna scam 'round his bitch, get up out the house
He ain't tryna trap 'round his bitch, get up out the spot
I just caught my plug out of Oregon, he just sent the lot
We the ones who havin' all the flav, we supply the crops
Claimin' that he wrapped up in his bitch, but he really not
I got partners all in the six, I'm tryna get 'em out
I got bitches all in the six, I'm tryna pimp 'em out
Too many strains niggas get confused, I gotta sort it out
It's on the plane, finna hit the A, I gotta sport it out
Credit union, major banks, credit card fill up the safe
It's gon' hit at 3 AM, be patient, dawg, you gotta wait
Secret service hit one of my spots, but I had got a way
All that dirty money damn what car, should I go cop today?
Bvlgari, Omega, Lamb', Bottega, bitches, we just rotate 'em
Where my next location?
Trick on you? No, baby, shooters on go, baby
Bitch, I'm ballin' every day, he just do it on occasion
Just 'cause he's a broke baby, why this bitch look so vibin'?
Your bitch look so tired, my shrooms get me wired
Money multiplyin', Four Seasons steak and broccoli
Damn, this shit fire, fifty on the tire
See it and I buy it, niggas ain't get no money, damn, they on the cash diet
Why these niggas actin' like they rich? I don't know
I ain't had one as a kid, so I put Louis on my coat I put Louis on my hoes, we do Cubans, not no ropes
When you really havin' cheese, you know you gotta do the most
Catch us leavin' out of Fifth, it ain't even leave a dent
Call in and make disputes, so you get everything you spent
Check the last transaction, they like everything was sent
I'm high, I'm workin' the crib, if I'm payin' bitches rent
I can pop out John Mayer, I can pop out Rose Gold
I can pop out all white, this shit cold, blow your nose
We stand on business, if I say this shit on sight, blow your pole
Bro ride 'round with Drake every day, he OVO
You ain't never sold the whole crop at once, slow your roll
Out here hustlin' for nothin', you don't even know if your goal
Bro been in and out of state, he been eatin' off the pros
Navy Fed for a hunnid, but I got back sixty-four
Fucking with the schemers draining out accounts
He ain't tryna scam 'round his bitch, get up out the house
He ain't tryna trap 'round his bitch, get up out the spot
I just caught my plug out of Oregon, he just sent the lot
We the ones who havin' all the flav, we supply the crops
Claimin' that he wrapped up in his bitch, but he really not
I got partners all in the six, I'm tryna get 'em out
I got bitches all in the six, I'm tryna pimp 'em out
Too many strains niggas get confused, I gotta sort it out
It's on the plane, finna hit the A, I gotta sport it out
Credit union, major banks, credit card fill up the safe
It's gon' hit at 3 AM, be patient, dawg, you gotta wait
Secret service hit one of my spots, but I had got a way
All that dirty money damn what car, should I go cop today?
Bvlgari, Omega, Lamb', Bottega, bitches, we just rotate 'em
Where my next location?
Trick on you? No, baby, shooters on go, baby
Bitch, I'm ballin' every day, he just do it on occasion
Just 'cause he's a broke baby, why this bitch look so vibin'?
Your bitch look so tired, my shrooms get me wired
Money multiplyin', Four Seasons steak and broccoli
Damn, this shit fire, fifty on the tire
See it and I buy it, niggas ain't get no money, damn, they on the cash diet
Why these niggas actin' like they rich? I don't know
I ain't had one as a kid, so I put Louis on my coat I put Louis on my hoes, we do Cubans, not no ropes
When you really havin' cheese, you know you gotta do the most
Catch us leavin' out of Fifth, it ain't even leave a dent
Call in and make disputes, so you get everything you spent
Check the last transaction, they like everything was sent
I'm high, I'm workin' the crib, if I'm payin' bitches rent
I can pop out John Mayer, I can pop out Rose Gold
I can pop out all white, this shit cold, blow your nose
We stand on business, if I say this shit on sight, blow your pole
Bro ride 'round with Drake every day, he OVO
You ain't never sold the whole crop at once, slow your roll
Out here hustlin' for nothin', you don't even know if your goal
Bro been in and out of state, he been eatin' off the pros
Navy Fed for a hunnid, but I got back sixty-four
