Prod. Kapi
Written by: Andrew lisowski

Lyrics:
i get cash and make advance, i keep that pocket rocket in my pants
you don't want smoke ill put you in a trance
And then ill make you do your lil dance

count up that money with all of my friends
I get the bands yeah I get the bands
been shooting like half court I still get in
long range bitch and I still get it in

and you cant hide from the fact that I'm winning
doing donuts yeah I keep the cat spinning
hit you do do do yeah laughing and grinning
rolling hella green fresh spinage.

I'm cash getter
I'm a bag spender
and imma spend bigger
take you out your grave call me grave digger
bad lil bitch yeah id prolly rave with her
Yeah ill rave with her

I chase the cash it ain't an option
if I get brodie on the case hell get to popping
Yeah, hell prolly leave you in a coffin
I stay coughing, do it to often

I need to hit the breaks, crash, and when I step out of the lamb, you can see only half my bands.
only cuz I'm hanging with my friends.

no I ain't alone but my heart cold, old soul rippin off a new bowl, turn this tv off it ain't the SuperBowl

ill buy me a new moncler when it get cold, only couple winters left till I'm old
I'm already there but this shit get old
let it sink in if I took too long.
Hit me up later if you took too long.

i get cash and make advance, i keep that pocket rocket in my pants
you don't want smoke ill put you in a trance
And then ill make you do your lil dance

count up that money with all of my friends
I get the bands yeah I get the bands
been shooting like half court I still get in
long range bitch and I still get it in