Cashier Fresh - The Attitude

That's the attitude!
The attitude?
Yes!
The attitude dictates that you don't care whether she
Comes, stays, lays or prays
I mean whatever happens, your toes are still tappin'
The sun rise at the same time
Every single day
My alarm clock told me to get this cake (Wake up)
If you got a hater in yo circle he gon' show his face
If you wore them white lows more than twice
Then throw them shits away (That's the attitude!)
Yesterday's price, ain't the same, this a different day
The fit game, like the NBA, I can't miss a lay
Ric Flair wrist, with the Figure four rollie face
Yeah, yeah yeah
Actually a BAPEX, Coco Chanel latex
I'm kicked back, smoking with my dogs playing Apex
Or Call of Duty, call a broad over to watch a movie
Harold Kumar, smoking 'Scotti cooling
Plotting how to buy the block like Ross and Gucci
Nah this big business I'm thinking Seneca
Something that all my niggas can get they benefits from
The sun rise at the same time
Every single day
You close the shades
Hoping it don't shine right in yo face
But bitch I woke up early, yeah
Time to get this cake
You wore them white lows more than twice
Then nigga, throw them shits away
Yesterday's price, ain't the same, this a different day
The fit game, like the NBA, I can't miss a lay (I can't miss a shot)
Looking at my left wrist, like damn I'm missing something
Need to work on my left hand like my coach told me
Used to rock the G-Shock, back when I was knee high
I was tryna get my swag up like all the older homies
Only smoking exotic, all that homegrown, ion want it
Can't wait on nobody, pull myself up by the strings of my Polo hoodie
Wake up
Nigga wake up
Get up
The sun rise at the same time every single day
If you got a hater in yo circle I pray they show they face
You wore them white lows more than twice
Then nigga, throw them shits away
Now when you got that, then you have The Attitude

Written by:
Jeffery Johnson

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