[Intro: Tony Shhnow]
(I really like to use cash)
Go
Go, go
Go, yeah
Ayy, yeah
Hey, yeah

[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
I don't really talk too much, I don't like these n***as
Say I really gotta speak up
Since I been goin' up, all these hoes goin' down
You don't get money, I don't wanna link up
This ho thick, I'ma turn her to an eater
She know I got bands but I ain't grow up on The Beatles
Don't play with my n***as, they don't go for no reason
Keep the heat like the sun, n***as change like seasons
Ice on me like winter
Glock on me spray, these n***as hope that I fall
Why you wanna talk right now?
When I was down bad fucked up, you ain't pick up my call
It's funny how shit change when you get change
Everybody with you wanna ball
I'm still the same n***a with his hand in the pot
The world so cold, but it's finna get hot
[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
My ice still hittin' when the lights down
Blowin' on a quarter pound, right now
I just left the booty club with a nice round
There go thirty thou', blaow, make your eyes wow (I really like to use cash)
I just keep a hoodie on, I don't do the cap
She like, "Boy, what you got on," that's that money in here
Backseat, turn her face to a daycare
If they ain't provide no money then I ain't there

[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
I don't really talk too much, I don't like these n***as
Say I really gotta speak up
Since I been goin' up, all these hoes goin' down
You don't get money, I don't wanna link up
This ho thick, I'ma turn her to an eater
She know I got bands but I ain't grow up on The Beatles
Don't play with my n***as, they don't go for no reason
Keep the heat like the sun, n***as change like seasons
Ice on me like winter
Glock on me spray, these n***as hope that I fall
Why you wanna talk right now?
When I was down bad fucked up, you ain't pick up my call
It's funny how shit change when you get change
Everybody with you wanna ball
I'm still the same n***a with his hand in the pot
The world so cold, but it's finna get hot
[Verse 2: Flee]
Ooh, I'm gettin' the guap
Turn your wifey to a neighborhood thot
I'm still G, want money
But these bitches, I be sharin' a lot
They really be nerds
On the internet, they actin' like jerks (Go, ayy)
I need the strap like a jock (Ayy)
Keep me a Glock like a cop
They fallin' for hoes like it's Autumn
Fuck with a winner
Got a hot bitch every summer
These n***as be tellin' me chill but I do what I wanna
Guess that's the life of a stunna
I never could change on my brother
We got too much love for each other
That's my Ghost, my brodie, my twin, my slime (I really like to use cash)
My slatt like Thugger and Gunna