letra de cash rules - og boo dirty
[verse 1: young scooter]
all these labels keep calling, i won’t pick up the phone
[?] off the phone
give me a 6 figure, that’s what my n-ggas’ll do
you know i love my n-gga blunt like og love dude
a n-gga disrespect my name, i put a [?] on your crew
15 freebandz, life over with you
ain’t no bounce back f-ck n-gga, automatic for you
i’m an automatic plug, i got whatever for you
i’m a real trap addict, got dope boy habbits
used to buy 50 slabs, now i’m real boss statis
anything i f-cking own, you know my n-ggas can have it
full throttle in the streets, i make more money than a rapper
[chorus: young thug]
you know cash rules everything in my fasility
and the og kush i smoke smell like chilly
you know i’m going straight to that paper
no panic, i’ll get to it now not later
get straight to it like i’m posed to
pull off in that old school, 442 and a 223
i heard them n-ggas were looking for me
pulled off [?]
i turn around like whoa whoa whoa
don’t spill my color purple [?]
[verse 2: og boo dirty]
a hundred thousand cash money, no birdman
4 o’s took bout 4 birds, man
to my n-ggas, i’ll never traid or switch hands
[?]
and i’m the captain of my soldiers like [?]
a hundred drinks touchdown brand for brand
young ceo [?]
while you go back in the streets, i gotta feed the troops
[?]
f-ck these hoes, mob
we rich [?] don’t need no beef
cash rules everything around me
call me [?] g [?]
[?] get them gone [?]
[chorus: young thug]
you know cash rules everything in my fasility
and the og kush i smoke smell like chilly
you know i’m going straight to that paper
no panic, i’ll get to it now not later
get straight to it like i’m posed to
pull off in that old school, 442 and a 223
i heard them n-ggas were looking for me
pulled off [?]
i turn around like whoa whoa whoa
don’t spill my color purple [?]
[verse 3: young thug]
so you know i smash on them
bout anything, [?] lost your brain
[?] than an og murder scene
[?]
you let him get away [?]
you posed to let a n-gga get away from you
when i let that chopper spit, no stevie wonder, but it sound like the blues
you know og boo dirty
i heard you [?]
oh my god let a dirty n-gga get [?]
you know what that mean, [?]
[?]
[chorus: young thug]
you know cash rules everything in my fasility
and the og kush i smoke smell like chilly
you know i’m going straight to that paper
no panic, i’ll get to it now not later
get straight to it like i’m posed to
pull off in that old school, 442 and a 223
i heard them n-ggas were looking for me
pulled off [?]
i turn around like whoa whoa whoa
don’t spill my color purple [?]
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