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straight cash - 504icygrl lyrics

uh h*lloooo

[chorus: diego money]
(diego money!)
coming in first no last, pouring up deuce no half
everything i speak straight cash, call for us to get more gas
don’t call my phone if you ain’t talking about bags
we’ll pull up on you don’t need no mask
look at my diamonds they look like glass
44 with me you know he go blast

[verse 1: diego money]
he do want smoke take him out like the trash
pull up in mazi the color jet black
catch ya down bad hit his ass wit that mack
walking round funny my pockets too fat
smoking on gas i know that you smell that
i’m ina foreign & blue ina h*llcat
ain’t never told only thing i can tell facts
ice on my neck i ain’t getting sh*t sn*tch
run off ona n*gga i ain’t giving sh*t back
totin that choppa you know ima rip that
we pulling up n*gga f*ck allat chitchat
this 30 gotta beam it’s pushing ya wig back
take ya sh*t n*gga lemme get it
everything designer even tho it’s mix matched
that life that you rap about n*gga we live that
got me a bag and you know that it’s real fat
[chorus: diego money]
coming in first no last, pouring up deuce no half
everything i speak straight cash, call for us to get more gas
don’t call my phone if you ain’t talking about bags
we’ll pull up on you don’t need no mask
look at my diamonds they look like glass
44 with me you know he go blast

[verse 2: 504icygrl]
h*lloooo
ain’t sleep ina minute (yawn) but f*ck it let’s get get it (let’s go)
that trap is my main (my b*tch) this rap sh*t my mistress (love u toooo)
i’m angel the plug i’m angel the princess
packs round me look like it christmas (gas b*tch)
don’t try me, b*tch best kno your limits (sit down)
pretty lil b*tch she want be my misses (how cute)
stuck ina trapwash money like dishes (clean)
never falling off lil b*tch stop wishing (stop it)

these n*ggas is birds these n*ggas is sus (what a joke)
how you fiening for hoes that won’t let you f*ck (awww poor guy)
you poppin them xans (ew)that sh*t got you stuck (dummy ass)
stupid lil n*gga you can’t run it up (broke boy)
stupid rap n*ggas ima make y’all my sons (bring yo ass here)
you focused on clout i’m focused on funds (cash)
you do what you told i do want u want (haha)
shipping these packs i am my own boss (uh h*llo)
keeping it clean so i don’t take a loss (no loss)
keeping my cool til da mission is done (its done)
these n*ggas is p*ssy they talk in the sheets (why)
these n*ggas ain’t plugs these n*ggas be fiens (that’s nasty)
stalkin my page keep liking my tweets (ewww)
these n*ggas is p*ssy they are what they eat
b*tch u cappin why you talking to me (dummy)
my b*tch is a goonshe just like me
you do what u told b*tch i do what u can’t (haha!)
sad lil hoes keep f*ckin for fame (that’s sad)
stuck in da trap i cannot relate (never)
running it up i cannot complain!

[chorus: diego money]
coming in first no last, pouring up deuce no half
everything i speak straight cash, call for us to get more gas
don’t call my phone if you ain’t talking about bags
we’ll pull up on you don’t need no mask
look at my diamonds they look like glass
44 with me you know he go blast

- 504icygrl lyrics

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