Testo Sike - Jay Cash feat. Derek
Testo della canzone Sike (Jay Cash feat. Derek), tratta dall'album Sike
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Jay Cashhh
There she go
There she go
Na she movin to slow
You ain't know she a hoe
She prolly fucked on my bro
You gotta grow
Let her go
Let her come to my show
She give me head on the road
Got me hitting the woah (Woah woah)
You can see all my diamonds u don't need to hit zoom
And it smell like the money when i leave the room
We ain't sing-ing no notes but we still in the tune
Shit i think that i'm late i'm supposed to be there at noon
But they ain't know nothing bout us
That's why they all gonna doubt us
I got like 50 new bitches and they ain't leaving without us
They got me screaming and shoutin
I know these bitches be wildin
I take em all to an island
They put they phones on the silent
It's like a meeting with clients
I'm new york like the giants
Got so many new zeros it's like i'm missing assignments
I treat my money so good
I dress it up in designer
I might buy me a panda so i can feel like designer
Got lil shawty goin back like she in a recliner
She mix the red and the gold
Call her my 49er
I walk around with a pencil
Like these females with liner
And i still pulled it all even when i was a minor
There's no more eating at diners
Who knew that cashflow would sign us
But yeah the past is behind us
And now the stars is aligning
It's like we digging for gold but we done past all the mining
I done me bought me 3 watches so i can fuck up the timing
I be painting a picture but i skip past all the priming
Yeah all red interior put the black for the lining
I be making this money off of simply just rhyming
Yeah my chains inter-twining
I had to switch up the diamonds
Got some cartier frames just to cover my eye-lids
I need me a wraith
I can donate to my kids
I bought me a wraith straight out of the spy kids
prolly gonna crash it down in the tro-pics
(Jay Cashhh)
Psyched out
My mind
Get me out of this house
Okay
Rewind to find
Ways to get me about
I like
Parties and flirting
Wit the girls on the couch
They take molly
They hoping we don't
Figure it out
I want groupies
With powder
All over they snouts
I need an hour
Before we fuck again
Issa drought
She scream lowder
Than 808s
Jumping around
I need power
They play the Kanye West for the crowd
I want my niggas around
I hope a make a million dollars
Off this rap shit
Keep a couple hundreds in my pants
Go to saks 5th
Go and have a foursome
I just hit a hat trick
I could never kick it wit you squares
I ain't Patrick
I remember flipping weed
Smoking out the pack shit
I remember flipping
Summersaults into backflips
I remember flipping
Grip tape couldn't scratch this
Flipping
Like we left a couple
Stains on the Mattress
Catniss looking bitch
Come and gimme cat scan
Actress wit the shits
Always working on cam
Stage left
Stage right
How she twerking
God damn
Take 5
On break
Just to do a few xans
If ya nigga at the club
But you in the crib
You need to get with the gang
Show you how we live
CashFlow fucking up like
Come get these kids
Man tell them niggas show me what my weakness is
If ya nigga at the club
But you in the crib
You need to get with the gang
Show you how we live
CashFlow fucking up like
Come get these kids
Man tell them niggas show me what my weakness is
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Writer(s): Jay Cash
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