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cash - chris yonge lyrics

[intro]
you honestly dog
i’ve been thinking a lot lately, still
like, what do you want in life?

[chorus]
yo, honestly bro
i just want cash
i just want cash
i want a hundred thou’ on my bag
i want ’em dollar bills with no tax
i want it right now, yeah that’s facts
i just want cash
i just want cash
i want the bills
i want it stacked
i want an airplane with no gas
i want it fast
i want all that
yeah, cash
i just want cash
i just want* i just want cash
i just want* i just want cash
i just want* i just want cash
yo, cash
i just want cash
i just want* i just want cash
i just want* i just want cash
i just want* i just want cash
yeah
[verse 1]
hold up dog, i need to make two calls (why?)
’cause when i touch that money
i’m sweating, b*tch
you know i get blue b*lls (ooh)
gucci slides with a tinted porsche
peep them prada frames (frames)
eyes low, see me pulling up on the block
i’m hot as flames
y’all ‘ready know that i rep my squad
blowing bags like this sh*t’s my job
donut whippin’ i’ma flip my sob
y’all ain’t ever see me spit, my god
i don’t give a f*ck about a hater
that been tryna tell me i don’t act my age
y’all been actin’ h*lla hypocritical
go ahead dog, attack my plays

[chorus]
yo, honestly bro
i just want cash
i just want cash
i want a hundred thou’ on my bag
i want ’em dollar bills with no tax
i want it right now, yeah that’s facts
i just want cash
i just want cash
i want the bills
i want it stacked
i want an airplane with no gas
i want it fast
i want all that
yeah, cash
i just want cash
i just want* i just want cash
i just want* i just want cash
i just want* i just want cash
yo, cash
i just want cash
i just want* i just want cash
i just want* i just want cash
i just want* i just want cash
yeah
[verse 2]
ain’t no chance that i’m calling it quits (why?)
i want more like oliver twist
like kawhi i ball in the six
on that while y’all hauling them bricks
people wanna stop for them pics
when i’m at the mall with my dog for them kicks
whatchu want? balenciagas?
let’s get ’em all man, sh*t
i don’t wanna waste more time on buyin’ shoes for them feet
i’m ’bouta cop myself a new crib
i want a private jet for my peeps
i want a new whip for my mom
move all the homies to the same street
i done dreamed of this my whole life
finally man, my life’s complete

- chris yonge lyrics

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