"Cash!" - Jakob Jamess (feat. Little G Fresh)
[Intro: Lil Shed]
Lil Shed made this beat, yeet
[Hook: Jakob Jamess]
Cash up in the safe
Cash up in the bank (yeah)
Cash up in the safe
Cash up in the bank (yuh)
I got cash, I'm movin' bricks from state to state (yeah)
Cash up in the bank
Cash up in this drank (yeah)
Cash up in the safe
Cash up in the bank (yeah)
I got cash, they catchin' flicks from state to state (yeah)
Cash up in the bank (hey)
Cash up everyday (yeah)
Cash up in my safe
Cash up everyday
[Verse 1: Jakob Jamess]
Winnin' and gettin', I'm makin' this money
I'm collectin' checks and I'm gettin' a balance
Stop all the talking, we know you just flexin'
When really we know y'all don't got any talents
Tell me the story line, flippin' the pages
You know im'ma make it, came right from the basement, but this ain't a base hit
Let's get to the basics, I'm up in the matrix
The drugs im'ma taste it, I can't even phase it
But I'm gonna face it, whatever it takes
And all of the fakes and the snakes in a swirl
Give 'em the whirl, this shit is takin' a twirl
Talkin' about 'em is makin' me hurl
Like all of the girls, up in the world
Up in the world, I want all of the money
Eatin' it up, let it sit in my tummy
Sitting around, got me feelin' funny
But this shit ain't funny, the rappers are dummies
The lyrics are crummy, we talkin' the money?
I got all the hunnies, and hunnies is hunnids
Takin' the shots is like takin' some punches
I'm findin' the mumbles, yeah I'm goin' hunting
Collectin' rubber bands, like it's abundance
Im stuntin', on stunted, the stunters, are stuntin'
[Hook: Jakob Jamess]
Cash up in the safe
Cash up in the bank (yeah)
Cash up in the safe
Cash up in the bank (yuh)
I got cash, I'm movin' bricks from state to state (yeah)
Cash up in the bank
Cash up in this drank (yeah)
Cash up in the safe
Cash up in the bank (yeah)
I got cash, they catching flicks from state to state (yeah)
Cash up in the bank (hey)
Cash up everyday (yeah)
Cash up in my safe
Cash up everyday
[Verse 2: Jakob Jamess]
I'm out here confrontin', I haven't been puntin'
You give me the beat, and I'm not gonna bunt it
I'm slammin' it, jammin' it, bammin' it
Like I been rammin' it, up and inside
I'll never reside, I'll take it this time
And run it outside, up in the skies
Right through the lies, I'm hearin' the cries
My money is magical, type like I'm pathical
Take it and match or mold, up in the echelon
Like I'm a babylon
Up on a horse, got my saddle on
Like a weird flex, but it's somethin' to settle on
Like it's some ritalin, gave you to rattle on
Somethin' to riddle on, walls that you piddle on
Gim'me the fiddle mon, write like I'm diddy mon
Grow like a Digimon, but this ain't digimon
This is the rappin' shit, trappin' shit
Back on the mappin' shit
Pause, I might tap a bitch
Hold, I might cap a bitch
Say it again, I might wrap your shit
Come and I rack a bitch
Like I been backin' it
You know she backin' it
She ain't been lackin' it
I got the cash, and you know that I'm rackin' it
I ain't been slackin' it
Checks in my hand, yeah you know it's been happenin'
I'm on my spittin' shit
Up in the building, bitch
Tell me the feelin', bitch
Know that you listen, bitch
What you been missin', bitch
Is someone young and rich
Up in the music it's, up in your soul and you feel it, alright
Don't you deny, tryin' to hide
You feel it inside, all up inside
So come for the ride
I'm takin' you up for the ride of your life
Up in the skies
The feelin' of cash is amazing, no I cannot lie
[Verse 3: Little G Fresh]
Fly like a bird
Like a satellite
Tryna get back, and I spit it right back
On the rappin', I'm back on the mic
See what you sayin', it's all gon' be alright
Whip that bimmer, then I skirt off the path
Ran on the track, and I did the, did the dash
Zoomin' through the world, while we countin' up the cash
Up in the back, and I'm stationed, throw some racks
If you did your math, count it
It's a million, bitch I'm with my gang
I'm with my squad, we just like Squilliam
So damn rich, bitch, yeah
So damn super fancy, I gotta play around
And I just gave that money to my family
Uh, fancy, son
Everybody know that I'm dancing, son
With the prancing, from the back end
When the anthem's on
Woah, gotta put my pants back on
Passing, then I'm going with my shirt
That's the worst, when you feelin' down
You feel it in the dirt
I got cash, bitch!
[Bridge: Jakob Jamess]
Lancing son, like a cool breeze
In the night time, at the right time
With the right find, and the wrong rhyme
To the fine line, to the right mind
But this song mine, go back into time
With the refind
Gotta take time, but the time fine
Bitch nevermind, Im'ma get mine
Just get yours, and well be alright
Just fine
Aye, Aye, Aye
[Hook/Outro: Jakob Jamess]
Cash up in the safe
Cash up in the bank (yeah)
Cash up in the safe
Cash up in the bank (yuh)
I got cash, I'm movin' bricks from state to state (yeah)
Cash up in the bank
Cash up in this drank (yeah)
