Cash Sh*t

{ominous detroit piano chord rolls} (yeah,

yeah,

ayy) {heavy off-beat single sub strike} I'm talking cash shit

Real cash shit

Get it, yeah

Talk that cash shit,

count it out, stack it high (stack it)

Never look back, keeping focus on the sky (straight up)

Blue strips, gold teeth,

riding through the night

{hard stuttering 808 drop} If it ain't about the money,

we ain't coming out to fight

Quarter mil in the dash,

on the lodge freeway (zoom)

We don't do no talking,

keep it moving, what they say?

Got the bag secured,

now I'm doubling my rate

{stuttering hi-hat acceleration} Put a hundred on the plate,

we ain't leaving any plate

Real boss talk, got the city in my palm (straight up)

Calm before the storm,

then I drop another bomb

All cash, no credit,

yeah, we buy the whole block

{sub-bass rolls under high hats} Listen to the clock,

we don't ever stop

Talk that cash shit,

count it out, stack it high (stack it) Never look back,

keeping focus on the sky (straight up)

Blue strips, gold teeth,

riding through the night {808 sub-bass drops heavy} If it ain't about

the money, we ain't coming out to fight

Yeah, you know what it is

Detroit state of mind (hahaha) {piano chords fading out} {808 decay} Nothing

but that cash shit

We out