Cash Route (Feat. Mk & Homie)

CGS, huh
Gang

Stash house, cash route
Whip it and flip it, the trap house (trap house)
I ran up a check then I cash out (cash out)
She gave me top 'til I pass out ('til I pass out)
200 and up on the dash now (skrr)
I'm going fast now (I'm going fast now)
She used to diss, she a fan now (she a fan now)
I got it by my own, fuck a hand out

Just left the strip got the pack smashed
I had buckety's doing handstands
No legs yeah, we aimin' at the headband
Smiley Harden shooting glizzys with his left hand (rrra)
You ain't at the table you on the menu
Let hoes be hoes we don't rescue (we don't rescue)
She tied away and she want the cash now (cash now)
She said she see a young nigga got a bag now

Heard they want to kill me on the low (on the low)
I ain't worried 'cause I'm stacking my dough
Hundreds, fifties, twenties in my bank roll (bank roll)
Baby you know how that goes (how that goes)
She said she like how I rock and I glow (how I glow)
You could be my freak on the low (be my freak on the low)
You know that I keep my mouth closed
When we stack this cash fuck these opps and these hoes (and these hoes)

She used to diss me but she's a fan now
Two guns on me that's a man down (man down)
Trappin' in a Benz and Beamer and a lanz down
Young nigga I don't take no hand outs (no hand outs)

They said they want me I said, "Get who?"
I got real live niggas I can let loose (let loose)
You niggas only eat 'cause I let you
Told her I don't want a wife, I want to rent you

Fuck a new friend we don't recruit
Fuck with me I send shooters at you (pa)
I'm about my cash it's my only option
Heard they be plottin' smarter my galdem
No need for talking, he ain't rap at 'em
My shooter's awesome
Cops we be dodging (skrrt)