cash flow Lyrics by 310babii
(Feat. DDG)
(Ayy, Turk, turn that *** up)
Come on, Turk, what?
Door locked, I’m goin’ through the, what?
If the door locked, I’m goin’ through the back door
Like what? Like (What?)
The door locked, I’m goin’ through the back door (Through the back)
Got rich, then I turned into an *** (What?)
I gotta spend, that’s what the bag for (I gotta spend)
Walkin’ in designer robes, ***, this the cash flow (***, this the what?)
Young *** turnt up, nineteen, livin’ big (Livin’ big)
Chrome Hearts, brain chain, fresher than a peppermint (Fresher than a what?)
Like how you hatin’ from the back? You was never lit (Like how you hatin’?)
You talk about your glory days, but you was never *** (You wasn’t)
You was never like me
Spend eight hundred on a plain white tee (That *** plain)
Pull up to the spot, everything on me (What?)
Heard he trickin’ on them thots, come to me, them *** free (Them *** free)
One thing about the kid, I could never have enough (Never have enough)
Movin’ on my own, I ain’t never had trust (What?)
Skip through the lane, tough lay, call me Russ (Lay)
Yeah, I gotta keep doin’ my thing, it’s a must (What?)
I’m the young GOAT, niggas first-round busts
Rock Balenciaga jeans when I’m out, not a tux (Huh?)
I’m touchin’ on these bands, hold on, let me add ’em up (Add ’em up)
Man, these niggas can’t compete, I think it’s time to pack ’em up (With me, what?)
Like what? Like baow
The door locked, I’m goin’ through the back door (Through the back)
Got rich, then I turned into an *** (Turn into an ***)
I gotta spend, that’s what the bag for (That’s what the what?)
Walkin’ in designer robes, ***, this the cash flow (***, this the cash flow)
Young *** turnt up, nineteen, livin’ big
Chrome Hearts, brain chain, fresher than a peppermint (Huh?)
Like how you hatin’ from the back? You was never lit (Hatin’ from the back)
You talk about your glory days, but you was never *** (You wasn’t ***)
They turn these niggas’ albums off after song one (Go)
I’m in Miami with the vibes, I’m tryna bone one (Okay)
Lookin’ for the opps, if they up top, I put a drone up (Boom, boom)
Every time I step into that stu’, I hit a home run, okay (Come on)
I’m rockin’ *** they can’t pronounce (Yeah)
You bullshittin’, how the *** you think that you gon’ make it out? (Stop)
My concert got lines around the back like In-N-Out (Come on)
I’m too turnt, I *** that ***, then she gon’ run her mouth (Ha, ha)
Gotta chill, that watch he got ain’t real (Stop)
Don’t give a *** what her *** say about me ’cause I got mils (Yeah)
Got diamonds in my tooth, I don’t give no *** about no grill (Boom, boom)
I’m turnt up and this proof I just be showin’ how I live, huh (Huh, huh)
Twenty thousand in this ***, arenas watchin’ me (Damn)
I do a stream for like a week and buy a property (Yeah)
I’m the main *** makin’ trends, niggas jockin’ me (Okay)
Why you tryna flex a hundred bands? It’s not a lot to me, okay (Let’s go)
The door locked, I’m goin’ through the back door (Through the back)
Got rich, then I turned into an *** (Turn into an ***)
I gotta spend, that’s what the bag for (That’s what the what?)
Walkin’ in designer robes, ***, this the cash flow (***, this the cash flow)
Young *** turnt up, nineteen, livin’ big
Chrome Hearts, brain chain, fresher than a peppermint (Huh?)
Like how you hatin’ from the back? You was never lit (Hatin’ from the back)
You talk about your glory days, but you was never *** (You wasn’t ***)