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letra de pounds and dollars - cashh

pounds and dollars lyrics
[intro: cashh]
every bomboclaat penny
gonna need the money you owe, you owe
gonna repatriate, gonna need the— (you hear that? yeah)
gonna repatriate, i’m gonna need the— (yeah)
gonna repatriate, i’m gonna need the— (cashh)

[chorus: cashh]
yeah, pounds and dollars (pounds and dollars)
put fifty in a shooter’s hand, call that a pinky promise (pinky promise)
trench babies (babies), grew up in the mud with the brothers (brothers)
we don’t take treason lightly, you might get bun for pretendin’ to love us

[verse 1: cashh]
she said her first favourite thing to do is f-ck
second favorite thing to do is eat
third favorite thing to do is travel
food, -rg-sm and duty-free
man are beefin’ on instalive
all of them ting there new to me
you know how the ting go usually
eatin’ carrots, mash, peas, beef, shepherd’s pie in these streets
just touched down inna london (london)
i was just chillin’ on the beach
the witness say that the shooter’s black skin
what, he’s black like me? (hmm)
why you think the mandem bleach? (cashh)
old school i was in ot, hands-on, twenty-eight grams on me (yeah)
new school and i’m on ot beaches, probably got sand on me (yeah)
i was just brewin’ up nature, never had all of these brands on me (nah)
tell a sweet one jump on these virgin flats so that she could put hands on me (ya hear that?)
[chorus: cashh]
who’s spendin’? who’s spendin’? huh, pounds and dollars (pounds and dollars)
put fifty in a shooter’s hand, call that a pinky promise (pinky promise)
trench babies (babies), grew up in the mud with the brothers (brothers)
we don’t take treason lightly, you might get bun for pretendin’ to love us

[verse 2: m1llionz]
yo
semi-auto glock get trip up as soon as yuh slip up meh deh pon ya rass (baow)
i don’t know if the x side seen us but speed haffi pick up there’s tings in the car
i’ve seen man get stick up, gold chain get give up for thinkin’ he’s hard
d-ck had the m16 get lift up, my mandem ain’t no regular kind
they ain’t got no hand sanitizer, wash off the duppy with rum overproof (haha)
it’s only true ain’t seen them man in a scheme but they’re well overdue
heard that funny yute say somethin’, i turn mad, man must be smokin’ a stone, a for true
runner want to be closer to home but he owes man bread, so l postpone the move (transfer)
what’s the exchange rate, bro? would it make more sense if you cop it in holland? (mm)
and my cousin’s still scammin’ in yard like, “i see you’ve just won a thousand dollars”
i kickback and watch my young boys shoot like player agents when they’re scoutin’ scholars
if the g boy tries to round this foreign, put the depo up a thousand mothers

[chorus: cashh]
who’s spendin’? (laga) pounds and dollars (pounds and dollars)
put fifty in a shooter’s hand, call that a pinky promise (pinky promise)
trench babies (babies), grew up in the mud with the brothers (brothers)
we don’t take treason lightly, you might get bun for pretendin’ to love us (you hear that?)
[verse 3: cashh]
winnin’ regardless (uh)
tryna put my name on the list of the daily departed, but i’m just startin’ (startin’)
i don’t wanna seem invasive, darlin’ (darlin’)
i’m just askin’ (askin’)
how many wiggle and jump and twists did it take to fit all of that ass in? (cashh)
champagne, cartier glasses, dialogue different when you talk with bosses
bought some apartments, we don’t do car thief (nah)
mom said, “drop them out ’cause their energy’s off and they’re gonna be crossers”
violate man, then you’re plannin’ a yard trip? (rassclaat)
a yard trip? i’li just call western union in the mornin’

[chorus: cashh]
who’s spendin’? pounds and dollars (pounds and dollars)
put fifty in a shooter’s hand, call that a pinky promise (pinky promise)
trench babies (babies), grew up in the mud with the brothers (brothers)
we don’t take treason lightly, you might get bun for pretendin’ to love us
who’s spendin’? who’s spendin’? huh, pounds and dollars (pounds and dollars)
put fifty in a shooter’s hand, call that a pinky promise (pinky promise)
trench babies (babies), grew up in the mud with the brothers (brothers)
we don’t take treason lightly, you might get bun for pretendin’ to love us (cashh)

[outro: cashh]
baby boy music
laga
you hear that?

- cashh

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