Yo, they never catch Cash flippin' or catch Cash diggin'
In his stash, for his last, while these f*g hags listen
I, cash that cooking, I fast like, put it in the bag
Flip the crack til that f*g a** listen, if
Cash need cash fast, listen, it's so bad
It's no mag, when I let the mack blast hit him
Then I'mma make a black bag fit him
And casket every cat I catch with it, like I bag fast with 'em
And you can feel a back draft with him
I empty the clip, but don't trip, but you can catch tags with him
I'm glad that they mad, cats flipped them
The black make that a** dash with 'em, or that a** grasp for them
I pa** like, gas in a Jag', flap drippin'
And with stash in the dash, leave his f*g a** limpin'
Stagged cause he bagged that sh**ting
I'd rather have the last laugh rather then ever to laugh with him