[Verse]
I don't wanna fan, wanna fam
Tryna get bands with the band
Got a plan of attack and a lack in demand
Draw a line in the sand like Iraq and Iran
Take root, feet planted, understand?
Gotta branch out grab my hand
Last dance gotta take that one more chance
If I wanna be a star gotta Gogh like Van
Like vroom, sedan
Young man, Young man everything I do on brand
Everybody following the kid with the iced out neck
Cause they know its a chain of command
Too sharp don't glance, goddamn
Hope that you feeling the vibe
Everybody moving it side to side and I
Don’t got a wave now I got a tide
How we get so high?
Alright, alright, alright
Dazed and Confused all night
When the moon gets so bright
Why the stars all gotta align, huh?
When you go, alright
Oh thats right, hi!
I wanna be in your life
I wanna take you to places that you never been
And paint pictures a word a time
I wanna teach you to fly and not come down
Tryna find truth in lies and find love now
What now? I don’t wanna wait till they come round
Doing this all since Future Sex Love Sounds
Me and love-sadKiD the new N-sync
We don’t got planned shit its all instinct
C Note got them the beat go got damn
And Dahm the young man with heat thats sensei
Amazing, rap game Krillin
Everyone wanna fade me but I’m chilling
I don’t got nothing against time I don’t kill it, spend it
Tryna make a second with a million billion, raise me the ceiling
Tyna make a mic turn to a whole building
Tryna get bills and still be real
But above all else I want you to feel it
Really
[Chorus]
Cash, cash money, babe, that's just all I'm worried about
You know what I got to do, you know what I'm doing, getting
Cash, cash money, babe, clock is always running late
You two used to do the maneuver and now it's runnin' late
Cash, cash money bags, that's just all I dream about
Music is the avenue, you just who the songs about
Cash, cash money, babe, got to go, it's running late
On the grind like all the time, feel free to come and join me babe

[Verse 2]
Got me feeling like a king with a crown now
New crew, same kid with a crowd now
I check what im doing with a spy cam
Ain't nobody know the hustle til' they found out
Afro and he's kinda tan
A ladies man, he makes his beats off pots and pans
'Man i'm a fan of that young man with a
Grin on his face and his mic in his hands'
Like, me and dahm san, sensei your boo thing
Take a step back boo, you a fruitcake
Who knew you back when it was cold out
Ice age baby talking broker than you're broke now
Somehow all your savings done broke down
Who knew outta pocket dropping would
Never make you take a second and stop (Okay)
Singing (right)
[Chorus]
Cash, cash money, babe, that's just all I'm worried about
You know what I got to do, you know what I'm doing, getting
Cash, cash money babe, clock is always running late
You two used to do the maneuver and now it's running late
Cash, cash money bags, all I dream about
Music is the avenue, you just who the songs about
Cash, cash money, babe, got to go, it's running late
On the grind like all the time, come and join me babe

[Spoken]
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