Ca$h Tre - The Code

All I ever wanted was to have it
Making hits like guns, automatic
I don't waste time, rather spend it on a Patek
Way too lit, I ain't worried about the static
I'm tryna run up some millis' and go
Smile at lil mama, she thought it was snow
Them pockets get fatter, I need me them rolls
Go up, can't look back, yeah, I follow The Code
Woah, cops pulled me over
'Fore I go down, I'ma stand in the motor
Thrax in the air, bitch I love the aroma
Yeah
Run your mouth, you get put in a coma
Yeah, Yeah
My hustle different, I spend it and get it right back
I rock the fitteds, don't fuck with the cap
All about business, the fuck is relax?
Too far from average, just go check the stats
Go against the gang, tell me why you do that
I'm a hot boy, but I know how to get cold
It get hot, boy, and when it went down, you froze
Bitch, I'm at the spot with my dawgs and we all blow O's
I'm locked in, baby, don't blow my phone
Put me in your top 10 and if you don't, you a hoe
Push one button and they all on go
I keep a low profile
Shooters I know, on dial
She suck it slow, oh wow
They hear the song, go wild
I'm on a new level
Like Ferg
Get me the new bezel
Right there
He want a feature, it's "No, sir"
You only getting on my nerves
Bend the block, I'm in the whip and I swerve
Boutta pop, I hit that hoe with the curve
They think they topping' me, that's so absurd
Bitch, I'm the goat, motherfuck what you heard
All I ever wanted was to have it
Making hits like guns, automatic
I don't waste time, rather spend it on a Patek
Way too lit, I ain't worried about the static
I'm tryna run up some millis' and go
Smile at lil mama, she thought it was snow
Them pockets get fatter, I need me them rolls
Go up, can't look back, yeah, I follow The Code
Woah, cops pulled me over
'Fore I go down, I'ma stand in the motor
Thrax in the air, bitch I love the aroma
Yeah
Run your mouth, you get put in a coma

Written by:
Tre' Thompson

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