C2 Wavy - Cash Lyrics

(In the trap house and I'm boomin and I'm bunkin)
I gotta go get that cash
Gotta stack up my money real fast, ugh
I gotta go get that bag
You'll never see me go out sad, nah
Serving around in a jag
Get me mad, I might empty the mag, ugh
She wet like water, she bad
Ain't her father, she calling me dad, nah
I gotta go get that cash
Gotta stack up my money real fast, ugh
I gotta go get that bag
You'll never see me go out sad, nah
Serving around in a jag
Get me mad, I might empty the mag, ugh
She wet like water, she bad
Ain't her father, she calling me dad, nah
People be sleep
People be sleeping on me, ah
Stay cooking that heat
People say I can't compete, nah
Tell them capeesh
Finna go unleash the beast, yeah
Save me a seat
To the top, cause great I will be, yeah
My wrist flooded like some water
Your wrist cost about a dollar
I just want somebodies daughter
Sick of messing with these stalkers
Expensive diamonds what I bought her
Now she wanna be my partner
I don't even wanna bother
She be trippin bout her father, yeah
I get the bag, I get the bag, I get the bag, yeah
You going out sad, you going out sad, you going out sad, yeah
I just wanna live my life, I just wanna get a bag now
I won't even think twice, all my haters living mad now
Hop in the Wraith
Be careful cause nowhere is safe
She wanna taste of this good life she wants to intake
Just gotta wait, all of my dreams will come true one day
No more delay
Gotta go into action today
I gotta go get that cash
Gotta stack up my money real fast, ugh
I gotta go get that bag
You'll never see me go out sad, nah
Serving around in a jag
Get me mad, I might empty the mag, ugh
She wet like water, she bad
Ain't her father, she calling me dad, nah
I gotta go get that cash
Gotta stack up my money real fast, ugh
I gotta go get that bag
You'll never see me go out sad, nah
Serving around in a jag
Get me mad, I might empty the mag, ugh
She wet like water, she bad
Ain't her father, she calling me dad, nah