Dj Khaled - Cash Flow lyrics

rate me

We the Best, Def Jam

I introduce you to Ace

Ace, let's get money

(Cash flow) Haha

It's too easy nigga (Bankroll)

We don't count money no more

We weigh that shit

Eh knock knock, bang bang

Where the cash at?

We ain't got to leave you bloody like a Tampax

Come up shooting at you thugs Aflac

Then I fall in the suede black Maybach

See I'm back for the money like I left that

See I be running on the route where the cash go

And any nigga interfering with the cash flow

So he can get pumped on like Citgo

Make his body bounce bounce like a '64

Tall clips chrome lips see the big gold

See I'm a duffle bag boy like I move coke

Big crack through the music so the flow dope

I keep my money over bitches till the door close

I need money like a bitch need dick more

I'm trying to see it like I'm motherfucking Castro

Rubber bands in my pants, and a swift bankroll

I'll tell you one thing don't play about mine

I be banging on your front door with the .9

I'ma come see you (See you)

I'ma come see you (See you)

I need all my dough not a dollar short

And if you don't have it then you gotta go

I'ma come see you (See you)

Hey (Hey)

We put our hands in the sky let them know that we about that

Cash flow

I need it on time I'm, talking bank roll

My money, my money, my money

Cash flow

I need it on time I'm talking bank roll

My money, my money, my money

And where my money young niggas got to have that

Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag

Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack

A couple grand for the Louis band napsack

Understand I'm the man who you can't match

Money man minivan full of brown bags

Bet a grand any man never top that

Because money and the gat pop those straps

Getting loot in the top drop right back

I ain't playing creep your avenue in all black

Bust shots like a New Year day blast

And I ride all day like a bus pass

Grinding hard for the bread and the cash flow

Kick doors wave .4's where the cash go

I'm trying to see it like I'm motherfucking Castro

Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll

Big money in the dope hole

See the Beamers when you pull up in the dope home (My money)

Seventeen and he got his own kilo

Burning green, nigga living like Nino

Riding clean wax sitting for the C-note

It ain't green get it back with tha C-low

Momma dead broke, daddy fucked up

I'ma make them come and hit me with the recoup

Goddammit I'm still in the dope spot

Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car?

Gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch

Cartel so she got to suck four dicks

I be me, V.I.P, DJ Khaled, M.O.B.

Girls so hot, Ace so cold, taking bets, Ace won't fold