9ten Mobb - Cashmere Carry On
Cashmere carry on at the clear port with a play on the trap phone amigo say he got’em ready my passport and da duffle heavy, no blue face connect like that old money, that don’t fold money, when you got it you don’t talk money everything foreign your whip to your bitch your bitch to your cloths, your cloths to your other other other hoes, even your bank account mass amounts tossing Euro’s lost count, it don’t matter because its loose change printing money like the stock exchange touch down new gold chain cashmere sweater matching the Tesla counting dead white guys poolside stack’em bout yay high
Twenty stacks on the duffle bag smelling like some Kush you ain’t never had Steph Curry shooter they don’t ever miss bitched falling in love we ain’t never kissed presidential rollie got the hood jumping Enterprise Vans like I move something boogie ratchet savage think she got potential her best friend cute so we ain’t got no issues chopping up these brink throw’em on the truck extra Arm n Hammer so the really dump reorganizing thoughts turn dem into flows I start to pour the liquor them dem into hoes
Track suit looking like Nipsey first class spirit of Rose Parks is flying with me God speed all I know is I got me Wagyu steaks some red wine from Sicily blue notes neatly tucked on that blue Nella Sinatra I did it my way so tell me what do you see when you see me you wanna be me for the day but nigga its not that easy niggas with money attract jealousy and envy sleep on me the Moosburg put your brains through the box spring we don’t dance no more I clap a nigga quick we don’t box in the metropolis fortified acropolis smoke good the botanist well spoken with confidence John John in the gang gang we dominate you the ops you opposite catch you lacking that action coms with consequences snitches get stiches don’t let me see your name on no documents welcome to my hood this my providence throw it up we popping Colorado dollar cashmere on my collar I’m popping bitch I would give her the phone but right now she sucking dick cash rules everything me black John Lennon off while linens coast of a visa white tinted
Written by:
ANTONIO SPEARS
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