Lady Quinn - CASH

Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at

Dealing with me
There is a price
No dummy
You should think twice
Acting funny
I'm nothing nice
Spend some dough
You might get a peek
If you are broke
Then you betta not touch me
Point you to the do'
If a hoe is what you seek
Imma good girl
But deep down I'm a freak
Put this pussy on his lips
I can make him dip
Dip in that account
Gon' take it out
I want it all
Ain't no shortcuts
He can get it all
If his pockets are deep enough
Put my back against the wall
I like it a lil rough
Ball till we fall
Can you handle it
Money rules it all
There's no avoiding it
Imma get it all
I'm manifesting it
This pussy ain't for sale
But if you broke can't have it
If you're bank account zero
I disappear like magic
You want to be my hero
Better have that cash in
If you ain't counting up
Then you're just capping
When I check my bank account
I start clapping
Like a Bruce Lee movie
All about the action
Prosperity and abundance
All I'm attracting
Real recognize real
Law of attraction
Ain't never slipping
I keep the traction
Take a look at these numbers
These aren't fractions
If you not doing numbers
Betta stop bragging
I'm trying count commas
Can't end the sentence
If it don't make dollars
Then it don't make sense

Don't be surprised when she asks where the cash at
Ain't no shorting me
Betta come with a full stack
Look at them cakes
You can tell lil mama is fully stacked
Just gimme that cake
There's no need to look back
Now tell me where the cash at
Where the cash at

On a paper chase
Call me a running back
I'm a cash cow
Tell me where the green at
I'm a savage
All you have to do is ask
Stay on my grind
Life is nothing but a test
Gonna always shine
Not accepting second best
Gimme the blue faces
I like em' fresh pressed
Not trying to share your paper
I am not impressed
If you want a bad girl
You have to invest
Check out the newspaper
Getting rich is trending
Lots of wealth and good health
All about the dividends
Getting that cash, in my bag
Good for my well-being
Scraping up crumbs, looking sad
Sorry can't be friends
Talking that trash, keep two mags
Tie up loose ends
Fed up
Get your bread up
Change your situation
Time is wasting
Money is my motivation
Don't need no explanation
If that nigga wanna judge
Imma keep counting
I don't budge
Not losing sleep over a nigga
Don't offend me
Trying to holla, ain't on my level
You offend me
Thinking I'm like these other bitches
It's offensive
These hoes are broke with no vehicle
I'm expensive
Need a handout
That shit ain't pretty
Don't ask me
I can get petty

Don't be surprised when she asks where the cash at
Ain't no shorting me
Betta come with a full stack
Look at them cakes
You can tell lil mama is fully stacked
Just gimme that cake
There's no need to look back
Now tell me where the cash at
Where the cash at
Don't be surprised when she asks where the cash at
Don't be surprised when she asks where the cash at

Written by:
Quinasia Douglas

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