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letra de cash rules - gabriel tirado

[intro]
get a cup dog we can pour up now
cash rules everything around me

[chorus]
i want all the dollars
i want all the green
i want ferragamo, gucci, louis, robbin jeans
play with me that drummo will have you restin’ in peace
cash rules everything around me
cash rules everything around me

[verse 1: gabriel tirado]
i just blew a check like like i ain’t worry bout it
m-sson marengo i just bought my b-tch some red bottoms
if a n-gga try me i’ma red dot him
take him off the streets like the feds got him
n-gga i ain’t stopping until i get the gwallo
drippin like water fountains i’m rockins ferragamo
moneybag lets count it on the counter
or brick the cash call it round the dollars
your small fries i’m a big dog like rottweiler
n-gga money talk if the money call like i know the phone when your b-tch callin’
grow this sh-t i’ve been on it
gas gas pack go real fast
they wanna know what i spend on it
enough to get your b-tch back
i want all the dollars, n-gga my jeans is robbins
gucci and some louis
my life is like a movie
i just coped a rollie
i guess i was chosen
and cash rules everything around me

[verse 2: lil baby]
cash rules everything around me
i was stuck in the bottom they tried to down me
in the middle of the projects is where they found me
yeah, i be everywhere those pounds be
cuban links heavy had to take them off
for the ride i lost it all i had to take them off
everything dripped up, every chain dripped up
they say that they got murder for hire
get ’em filled up
going through a faze, my life inside a maze
i know i see better days, yeah that sh-t had finally came
man we finally gettin’ paid
they taken swag i give them game but, they don’t put credit on my name
i had paper before the fame, that sh-t will won’t change me
i should pull up in projects, i’m the same me
and i’m still running with the same dudes
cash rules everything around me

[verse 3: gabriel tirado]
every sense and youngans b-tch i’ve been a target
now they haten on me because i’m gainin knowledge
i be paper chasing call that money moving
jumping out the rover chains lookin stupid
lets get to the bag, i’m stacking it up, its making them mad
not giving a f–k, i’m blowing the gas, i’m doing the dash, they wishing i crash
i’m swimming in hundreds, im taken them down, my verses the hottest they wanna calaps
they work from the bucket these n-ggas is crabs
they wanna keep bustin’ and smoking that loud
counting up in the money count in up that’s a hundred thou’
rubber band run a dead in a haunted house
designer sh-t it’s custom made it ain’t even out
i’m the realist than they ain’t seen a d-mn but they see it now
and n-gga i ain’t stopping, gotta forever popping, my n-ggas right behind me
rushing like tsunami, ok now we lotting and hoped in about the foreign and
“cash rules everything around me”

[outro]
cash rules everything around me
cash rules everything around me
cash rules everything around me
cash rules everything around me
cash rules

- gabriel tirado

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