M.c Yin - Him Duncan

Cash bitches cash bitches cash bitches cash
Counting up this paper finna lock it in the stash
Cash bitches cash bitches cash bitches cash
I let her count the money as I throw it on the ass
Cash bitches cash bitches cash bitches cash
Catch at my addy we gunna drag you through the ave
Cash bitches cash bitches cash bitches cash
We put em in a blunt and turned his homies into ash
Touching all this poison ivy nigga got a rash
Got to stack it fore I crash hundred fifty on the dash
Foot up on the gas so I live my life too fast
All these bitches smash or pass smash then pass them to the gang
Nigga what's your name? what's your set and what you claim? where's ya lane?
Where you staying? put in pain go hit a stain
Put the question to your brain don't be pussy get to flame
It's no shame to get revenge cause them niggas do the same
If you stressed then mary jane to the brain do the trick
While you layed up with a trick she doing tricks all on the dick
Extended clip for that paper we gone rip
Get the chicken we gon dip
British stack it with the chips
Making flip after flip like a flipper when it swim
And my wrist it always swim on the bowl above the rim
Not the gym but we dunking em like Tim
Hold on
Long shot I took the harder way like Tim
Check up on the gang & we gon check up on ya chin
Check up on in the dark he make it light that nigga yin
Bitch is cinnamon her apple jack my minute man
My bro told me pop him it ain't take a minute man
Racing whipping man and the wraith is tinted man
It ain't lemon scented and you know this shit ain't rented man
Niggas bitches fam and these niggas bitches fans
Got me cooling and I'm ruling bitch you know I'm kinging man
All this dick I'm slingin man got these bitches singing man
It's a wrap when I be rapping know they skin is chilling man
(This shit easy Chino)

Written by:
Gilbert Liera

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