Cash Rules Lyrics

Too much ain't enough, homie just give me the money I can't do no fronts

Just today, made some profit, pour some dirty cups All these bands really free, they be coming

Clutch They got more and they be trippin', they can't

Fuck with us Rap nigga, trap nigga, get your money, bruh

4 books, 20 turkeys, bro, said double up Yeah, I had to take the risk, we only here

Like once I ain't broke, I'm collectin', I need every

Buck Wonder why yo shit, don't boom, you servin

Too much cut Hunnids, twenties, fifties, fifties, still

It ain't enough The way my life went out and played, I can't

Make it up Lil' bro, cool it out, let the plot thicken

Tell you from experience, this shit get real wicked

I'm feelin' like I'm killa, tell em, get with me

That white boy just came through, he need his 250

My white lady hit me up, she need some more Whitney

His Glock jammed, that's his fault, he bought a cheap Switchy

Just make sure the money there, cause it's gon' leave with me

Yeah, cause it's gon' leave with me

Just go ahead and make room for the big guys

You rollin' up a gram while I'm rollin' up a three-five

Where I'm from, yeah, we get the money quick

Count it at the crib, I ain't ballin' in the mix

I'm the one who did what he had to

Trust nobody and we all know that cash rules

I'm the one who did what he had to

Trust nobody and we all know that cash rules

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

That's just how I be feelin' though

I'm the one who did what he had to

Trust nobody and we all know that cash rules