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cash comes - 3hi lyrics

[pre*chorus: birdo]
(yeah, hmmmm)
wake in the mornin’, i’m cookin up breakfast
hop out the shower, my clothes out the dresser
make sure i got it, i’m lil bit careless
brushin’ my t**th, then i skrt out the exit

[chorus: meader]
cream coupe with the backdrop
louis v be my mascot
in the booth, i give ya girl a spank and then rob a bank with my mask on
do the digits, get my dash on
d*ck pic with the flash on
real sh*t i’m an addict, i’ma relapse when the cash comes

[verse 1: meader]
how the drip fit with a kid like this?
can’t miss my fit when i pull up with the clique
mixed henny in my piff, so i p*ss straight fifths
got fists full of spliffs, hit my dance like this
pull your shawty in with a lasso
sorry big dawg, i’m an assh0l*
i’m chasing after money, didn’t start the race
maison margiela when i start the wraith
leaving my nut on her face (hey)
leaving her b*tt outta place (wait)
preroll woods, rose gold rolex
she ask for s*x, leave a hickey on my neck
ice cold water dripped down with patek
why you hit my line every time we sesh?
how could i slip when my life is the mess?
i got two or three hoes like a d*mn group text

[verse 2: trap]
she so official, she need her a whistle
i ain’t even playing, just pointing out issues
don’t mess with my team, 3hi gon’ diss you
money ain’t a thing when you fly as an eagle
don’t talk back cuz you might get a new dew
i ain’t really mess around with you new school (oo)
and it really all depends
life look different when you pull up in a benz
have a little party, you can pull up with your friends
hard to ignore when we all up in your face
smelling like reefer, where’s my drank?
drank a whole liter, think i might faint
shoutout to my momma man, she raised her a saint
playing lil wayne when i pull up to the bank
lying to the feds, always keep a straight face
f*ck the police, that’s what i say
running to the money, gotta get it everyday
cuz i come from where you can’t stay
music changed my life man, what can i say?
shoutout to my brothers, we gon’ take it to the grave!

[chorus: meader]
cream coupe with the backdrop
louis v be my mascot
in the booth, i give ya girl a spank and then rob a bank with my mask on
do the digits, get my dash on
d*ck pic with the flash on
real sh*t i’m an addict, i’ma relapse when the cash comes

[post*chorus: birdo]
(woah, woah, woah)
(sheesh!)
wake in the mornin’, i’m cookin up breakfast
hop out the shower, my clothes out the dresser
make sure i got it, i’m lil bit careless
brushin’ my t**th, then i skrt out the exit

[verse 3: birdo]
f*ck on yo girl, and we f*ck in a lexus
hop out the vert, and i pull up to texas
cook up a beat, and i cook up in nexus
reppin’ 3hi cuz you know that we next up
bofa deez nuts
i don’t pay mind to none of these sl*ts
i’m on my grind, i’m catching my cut
hit up a dime, i’m catching my nut
pack it, we leavin’
pull off in demon, change it like seasons
put in some seasoning
you talkin’ bout dirty, ain’t catch me leanin’
talk bout ya girly, i’m tagging my team in
diamonds shinin’, pull up vvs
keepin’ me strapped, gotta keep a tec
don’t need no water to keep her wet
just saw yo girl on the internet
said you broke her heart
she gon’ cry on me, wah wah wah wah
she gon’ want some, and she gone throw that ass back back
she gon’ clap without her hands, make that ass clap clap clap
aight, i’ma head out so you know that’s cap cap cap cap

[verse 4: coochie]
v’s on my back, v’s round my waist
vvs be busting straight out the face
private jet where i stay, got no time for delays
and your baby know me and she know where i stay
f*ck a handout cuz i’m all for the chase
if you wasting my time, get the f*ck out my way
i been non stop, i don’t know the day
but i’ma do me, ain’t ever gon’ change
bought a few chains and they freezing
got this girl on me, she freaking
i’m tryna lay low, got me creeping
got a wrist water faucet and it leaking
you’re girl hit my phone and she slide in my dm’s
you’re blind to the facts, man you don’t know the reason
isn’t it clear?
i mean, how don’t you see it?
i speak from my heart, that’s the sh*t you be needing
i stack up my money so tall it be leaning
i ain’t gon’ lie i’m a demon, addicted to some sh*t i’m fiending
got a line up and they pleading
(yeah)
my bags got the blues, my girls come in twos
ride with 3hi, we count up the loot
she dropped it low while i sip on this juice
if i hop in my whip, she gon’ hop in it too

flexing the jewels for my team, for my crew
she acting so naughty but she gotta dude
im f*cking your boo, it’s just the truth
like i gotta tooly
what’s he gonna do?

[chorus: meader & birdo]
cream coupe with the backdrop
louis v be my mascot
in the booth, i give ya girl a spank and then rob a bank with my mask on
do the digits, get my dash on
d*ck pic with the flash on
real sh*t i’m an addict, i’ma relapse when the cash comes
(woah, woah, woah)
(sheesh!)

- 3hi lyrics

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