Cashavelli - Jan 14 Lyrics

I had to go get it
Aint nobody gave me shit
Ima go get it
I'm not with that waiting shit
Motivate niggas
Stop all that hating shit
Staying down 10 toes no debating it
Transport, go state to state with it
Truckloads back to back move some weight with it
Plugged in
And it aint no debating it
Good gas
And it aint no debating it
Overnight shipping
No time to wait for shit
Off with his head if he tryna take some shit
No time for fashion week I rock the latest fit
Go tell your dj that he need to play this shit
Im up in traffic so I might be late a bit
I sent your package but it got delayed a bit
Hold up nigga you just might have to wait a bit
Pussy why you fronting know I got flavas in
Purple on me like the jersey the lakers in
You hated once before I know you gon hate again
I got tons of gas you cant even break a ten
I run up on you with some shit in my pocket
Pull it out take a look is you gon cop it
All of my niggas I serve for a prophet
You know its top shelf nigga so stop it
Young nigga cursed with a blessing
I know im blessed im not stressing
I gotta keep my smith and wesson
I just might have to teach yo ass a lesson
Im tyrna get to a bag
Pull up in a beamer and serve you that gas
I get the drip from my swag
I came a long way from that lil bitty shit that I had
I feel like gelato my new cologne
Man f*ck all that goofy ass shit you be on
But hold up let me change the subject
I do not shop at banana republic
I drop off the pack then I dip
I cannot go back I cant slip
Big bag of blue hunnits yeah I need that of the rip
Youn see me with a truckload yeah you know Im bout to flip
Now I smoke grams of the gas in the vip
Now I smoke grams of the gas in the whip
I got the Peas in the whip and you niggas aint catching my drip
F*ck niggas aint catching my drip
The deez aint catching my drip
I know niggas gon hate with a passion
That choppa knocked a nigga right out his fashion
SRT tires niggas got traction
These hoes issa distraction
When it come to blue hunnits nigga im attracted
When it come to that money we could get it brackin
We could count up, spread out the backend
When it come to yo bitch ima send her ass packin
When it come to yo bitch I send her with a package
Gucci scarf fall on her mackage
My hat match my draws
My belt match my shades
Aye
Young nigga im getting paid
Lame niggas, all in the way
I just made at least 10 plays all in one day
Ima grind hard work smart, then im gon get paid
I had to focus up in the booth
I had to turn myself into a wolf
You say you get money nigga where the proof
You not a real nigga, no I don't approve
You not doing good I think you should improve
You don't got respect I think you better move
Dark web online chasing that paper
Ion got time for no hater
Nigga my belt calf skin and gator
I got that weight and you just a waiter
You must be the less I am the greater
You aint getting paper nigga see you later
Im on the grind like im a skater
You know ima skate on a hater