Nah nah nah nah
Aye yeah ooo yeah
Nah nah nah nah
Huh aye yeah
Go!
Show me the cash
Uh, show that cash, bitch you know I love that cash
Count up the racks
Aye, count them racks, bitch you know I count them racks
Coupe goin' fast
Okay, coupe go fast, bitch you know it goes so fast
Orange on the dash
Wow, orange on dash, tell me what you know 'bout that
Orange on dash
Hit the turn just might crash
Hit her up just might smash
Hit the bank just might spaz
Yeah just like that
Do the same shit next week
Do this shit in my sleep
I can't explain what I seek
I guess it's peace
Guess it's clothes
Guess it's love
Guess it's hoes
Guess it's cars
Guess it's fame
Private suites, private planes
Cartier on the frames
If little mama got an ass I'm expecting her to throw it
If somebody got my cash I'm expecting you to show it
Show me the cash
Uh, show that cash, bitch you know I love that cash
Count up the racks
Aye, count them racks, bitch you know I count them racks
Coupe goin' fast
Okay, coupe go fast, bitch you know it goes so fast
Orange on the dash
Wow, orange on dash, tell me what you know 'bout that
Tell me whatchu know, wait your shit too slow
One drink not enough, think I'll have two more
I can't play your show 'less you got that dough
I can't love that girl she do too much blow
No no no
Feeling just like Mutombo
Scratch that I'm feeling like ET whippin' UFOs
Scratch that I'm feeling this AP on my wrist
Scratch that I never stay PG on your bitch
Run it back like
Show me the cash
Uh, show that cash, bitch you know I love that cash
Count up the racks
Aye, count them racks, bitch you know I count them racks
Coupe goin' fast
Okay, coupe go fast, bitch you know it goes so fast
Orange on the dash
Wow, orange on dash, tell me what you know 'bout that
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Nah nah nah nah
Aye yeah ooo yeah
Nah nah nah nah
Huh aye yeah
Go!
Show me the cash
Uh, show that cash, bitch you know I love that cash
Count up the racks
Aye, count them racks, bitch you know I count them racks
Coupe goin' fast
Okay, coupe go fast, bitch you know it goes so fast
Orange on the dash
Wow, orange on dash, tell me what you know 'bout that
Orange on dash
Hit the turn just might crash
Hit her up just might smash
Hit the bank just might spaz
Yeah just like that
Do the same shit next week
Do this shit in my sleep
I can't explain what I seek
I guess it's peace
Guess it's clothes
Guess it's love
Guess it's hoes
Guess it's cars
Guess it's fame
Private suites, private planes
Cartier on the frames
If little mama got an ass I'm expecting her to throw it
If somebody got my cash I'm expecting you to show it
Show me the cash
Uh, show that cash, bitch you know I love that cash
Count up the racks
Aye, count them racks, bitch you know I count them racks
Coupe goin' fast
Okay, coupe go fast, bitch you know it goes so fast
Orange on the dash
Wow, orange on dash, tell me what you know 'bout that
Tell me whatchu know, wait your shit too slow
One drink not enough, think I'll have two more
I can't play your show 'less you got that dough
I can't love that girl she do too much blow
No no no
Feeling just like Mutombo
Scratch that I'm feeling like ET whippin' UFOs
Scratch that I'm feeling this AP on my wrist
Scratch that I never stay PG on your bitch
Run it back like
Show me the cash
Uh, show that cash, bitch you know I love that cash
Count up the racks
Aye, count them racks, bitch you know I count them racks
Coupe goin' fast
Okay, coupe go fast, bitch you know it goes so fast
Orange on the dash
Wow, orange on dash, tell me what you know 'bout that
Aye yeah ooo yeah
Nah nah nah nah
Huh aye yeah
Go!
Show me the cash
Uh, show that cash, bitch you know I love that cash
Count up the racks
Aye, count them racks, bitch you know I count them racks
Coupe goin' fast
Okay, coupe go fast, bitch you know it goes so fast
Orange on the dash
Wow, orange on dash, tell me what you know 'bout that
Orange on dash
Hit the turn just might crash
Hit her up just might smash
Hit the bank just might spaz
Yeah just like that
Do the same shit next week
Do this shit in my sleep
I can't explain what I seek
I guess it's peace
Guess it's clothes
Guess it's love
Guess it's hoes
Guess it's cars
Guess it's fame
Private suites, private planes
Cartier on the frames
If little mama got an ass I'm expecting her to throw it
If somebody got my cash I'm expecting you to show it
Show me the cash
Uh, show that cash, bitch you know I love that cash
Count up the racks
Aye, count them racks, bitch you know I count them racks
Coupe goin' fast
Okay, coupe go fast, bitch you know it goes so fast
Orange on the dash
Wow, orange on dash, tell me what you know 'bout that
Tell me whatchu know, wait your shit too slow
One drink not enough, think I'll have two more
I can't play your show 'less you got that dough
I can't love that girl she do too much blow
No no no
Feeling just like Mutombo
Scratch that I'm feeling like ET whippin' UFOs
Scratch that I'm feeling this AP on my wrist
Scratch that I never stay PG on your bitch
Run it back like
Show me the cash
Uh, show that cash, bitch you know I love that cash
Count up the racks
Aye, count them racks, bitch you know I count them racks
Coupe goin' fast
Okay, coupe go fast, bitch you know it goes so fast
Orange on the dash
Wow, orange on dash, tell me what you know 'bout that
Writer: Carson Davis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid