Chase N. Cashe

Chase N. Cashe - CBR Sqad lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Chase and Cashe, live in L.A.

(Verse)

Everyday I'm awake, I'mma get this cake

Me and the judge ain't the same, we got different ways

He sent my niggas in a cell, I sent them on a plane

He hit my niggas with some time, I hit 'em with some game

I'm tryna see my nigga right back up on the street

Soon as he touch down, put him on the street

Look, then we goin' at the big dinners

With some thick women talkin' bout buildin' rep centers

Big business like Cassidy, I don't see lil' nigga comin' after me

Cause the money stack too tall, I'm Nat Ball?!

Fit yo best friend house in the back yard

I'm a hunid cash chillin' in the livin' room

Know I got it, homie down, I give it to you

Look, you can't spit a flow without a nigga try to copy

Can't hit a hoe without a nigga try to watch you

Can't do a thing without a nigga tryna hate

That's why you gotta do yo thing all in they face

You know me, low key in the club, I ain't neva worried if it's just me in the club

Like bees, I know high get in the club

Where I go most niggas can't get in the club

Fat asses on me, I gotta sit in the club

Thinkin' bout how they all gon' fit in the car

Fuck it, call the trucks cause the more the betta

Whether woo or the brinx, put 'em all together

Whether rappin' on the flo' or I make the track

I grace the track and people give thanks to that

You that make me a god baby, I don't know

Hose, I got the glow everywhere I go

Momma say that I'm the one I just smile back

I neva put an engine and expect a mile back

Look, I learn that at an early age

From New Orleans where they learn to give early grades

When I was five, I had a rat tail with the fade

Got my first pair of products in the eighth grade

First time in the Benz almost blew the clutch

First time with yo bitch, she even blew my nuts

Sick, sincerely speaking, I'm here when I say this

Life is so much betta now that I'm veeing

I had to say that cause I'm gettin' to the green

I even heard Ben Franklyn feelin' like me

I'm lookin' like money without showin'

When you see me out in public, you don't know me

If it ain't about money, betta now annoy me

Cause I'm prolly doin' somethin' more annoying

Like puttin' on for the five-o-four

Represent my city, betta y'all hoes know

Look, I'm riddin' clean when it's on the scene

Ain't no fantasy in dreams, what you see is seen

Aye, yo, you know I play it like a pro in the game

Nah, better, yeah a veteran, a hall of fame

When I step up in the club, bitches call my name

I'm like hit the brakes, time to investigate

Look, which one I'm gon' take home tonight

Lookin' like a bitch that I can make my wife

Sike, I'm tryna put her on the strip with the chips

Chasin' cash freestyle off the tip

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