[Intro]
Cash Gang Key
MKMentality, baby

[Verse]
All you n***as bitches, all you bitches fuckin' lame n***as
Boy was talking crazy, brody popped 'em like a pain killer
It's crazy, we was giving n***as shots before they made liquor
Pull up and drop forty out the blazer like I'm Dame Lillard
I'm sick, these n***as wanna beef 'cause they can't hang with us
I'm the Undertaker and lil' brody, he the Kane n***a
Boy, we had fully auto chops before they made switches
Let's see if dawg still be out his top without his brain in it
We clumsy, all my n***as drop shit
Lets make a toast, my n***a head hit a opp bitch
We gone call you number two 'cause you ain't got shit
Baby girl, you got a gut, you is not thick
When we go on them drills, even the driver gotta blow Mags
You can't slide, 'cause you ain't got a whip with your broke ass
We really be in, we need every stolie if it go fast
Cash Gang, I know we makin' noise like some broke glass
You ain't walkin' n***as down, you ain't clap shit
All you rap n***as clowns, n***a, that's it
My cup look like dirty water, n***a, that's Flint
It's a thousand in this pop, n***a, that's rent
Letter to the opps, let's just meet and shoot it out
I just took a bitch spirit, you would think I flew her out
Even in the boxing ring we can't even duke it out
Ain't heard? Check the score ever since we blew 'em out
[Outro]
Cash Gang shit