[Intro]
"Did you read every [?]
Yeah
Good, saves me the trouble

[Verse 1]
Ayo, all I do is exhale cookies and piss Moët
Count blue Benjamin's, rock low wear, the gold neck
You hoes post no thread, my shit jammin like a old Tec
Crown holdin' like the logo on the Rolex
Need presidents to represent like Hova in that old Lex
Copped the work and stretch it like a BowFlex
Show you how I whip it like a ROTEST
Face the consequence, I was trappеd in that cold cell, locked, feelin' so stressеd
Now when a n***a bless the mic nobody go next
Overdose of dope, keep ten boots in a foe's chest
Came for it all, no less, that's a fact
Went from corners with packs to my raps poppin' and battle rap
My style is crack, free my scrapin' trap for a violent act
When you come home we got the throne, I'ma promise you that
You n***as opps, never givin' you dap
Always motherfuck the other side forever, I thought you knew that

[Chorus]
Cash rules everything
Married to the game, brought the scale to the author with the weddin' ring
Countin' dirty dough from the shit we was measurin'
Real n***as prosper, fuck n***as'll never win
Cash rules everything
Married to the game, brought the scale to the author with the weddin' ring
Countin' dirty dough from the shit we was measurin'
Real n***as prosper, fuck n***as'll never win
[Bridge]
"Myself, I don't care 'cause, you know, they gotta catch me"

[Verse 2]
Ayo
Lord like Sonny Carson
On your audio spewin' arson
Serve anybody like dealers on porsons
Joggin' for n***as involved, the evil that man do like Charles Bronson
They ain't ya homie if they hate on you when you revolvin'
Keep a small circle 'cause n***as switch up often
Eyes on the Judas, sturdy palm on the lochan
Tryna go from ghetto to luxury car parkin'
We stack money, never spend it stupid
If I'm rein'-up a two quadruples what I'm recruitin'
Smooth king, everything Gucci to the shoe string
They fail 'cause they tell everybody before they do things
Got the juice, I got supply wet
Low high techs, stylin' on mics like Allen I in '96
Got the Jedi mind tricks
Work the Yoda, top loaded yoppa, smellin' gun powder odor
Streets been cold like a gorilla pimp shoulder
In the after hours servin' rollers and smokers
I buy drugs 'fore I blow money at strokers
Not trickin' nor hoes, I rather flip it ten times over
[Outro]
Biatch!