Ca$hland - YBN Nahmir, E-40, Too Short

I’ma trip more cashland where motherfucker

Niggas look over this way I swear to god

They ain’t gon' touch her

On my cash get it out your bitch

If it come down to it

Bow her heard spitting on my

Think she finna chew

About my game

You know what it is

Leave you in a ditch

Last summer nigga scored a point

Then he got switched by the team

I’m gon blow brains

I don’t need to assist

Ain’t no talking we be back to back

They know what it is

I’m through that east

And I’m just with the guys

Know I got that .45

So don’t be surprised

I had to slow down on that shooting

'Cause your shooter telling shit

But nigga playing with my bread

Okay we got them toasters bitch

See there’s night to eleven

To put a bitch up in a casket

Act like you Tripping

But I ain’t slipping up in traffic

Forty it’s on me

I get to knocking down your homies

The beef it get funky

And I can’t let no niggas smoke me

Take a trip out to the beach

Will and scotty deblor

Don’t even gotta talk cause off the rip he a savage

I be in the north pole with a pole living lavash

I told my lil cousin man we eating chicken and cabbage

Low tryna hit the road, ducking from police

Turned on a backstreet, this the stolie

I wanna send my niggas coming

Shut the whole city down

The bands up on the gram'

But got them tucked

When we come around

I’ma trip more cashland where motherfucker

Niggas look over this way I swear to god

They ain’t gon' touch her

On my cash get it out your bitch

If it come down to it

Bow her heard spitting on my

Think she finna chew

I’ma trip more cashland where motherfucker

Niggas look over this way I swear to god

They ain’t gon' touch her

On my cash get it out your bitch

If it come down to it

Bow her heard spitting on my

Think she finna chew

I’m a ganged up individual

But I don’t be talking to no killers

I be strained up with medicinal blow

And big broccoli cigarillos

When I’m waking up to a wake and bake

At the early crack of dawn

I grab my shoebox and proceed

To roll up me some lime

My bitch with me along as you live

Don’t you ever be no punk

Be ready for altercations

And unexpected thought

Think wisely and plan out your plot

Before you go to war

Don’t send no amateur

Send someone that got aim before

When you’re growing griz

You gotta go through his ugly stage

Dead homies tatted on me

They calm down my pain and rage

These bitches all on me

They say that I don not age

The home protection

That I choose is a Mossberg 500 gauge

I’ma trip more cashland where motherfucker

Niggas look over this way I swear to god

They ain’t gon' touch her

On my cash get it out your bitch

If it come down to it

Bow her heard spitting on my

Think she finna chew

I’ma trip more cashland where motherfucker

Niggas look over this way I swear to god

They ain’t gon' touch her

On my cash get it out your bitch

If it come down to it

Bow her heard spitting on my

Think she finna chew

As a youngster I never knew nothing

Just a badass kid chasing hoes and getting money

I was straight down and dirty

Got the game from the pimps

11 years old going hard on a bitch

Bitches walking down the street

Trying to get my grip

Everything she get

Nigga that’s my shit (give me that)

I set up shop a million dollar spot

And all my bitches

Ran the whole damn block

My bitch choose me

We about to switch the plan

If you playing bitch you going back to your man

But if you staying you need to meet my other bitch

You ain’t cool with her

You can’t fuck with this

I’ma trip more cashland where motherfucker

Niggas look over this way I swear to god

They ain’t gon' touch her

On my cash get it out your bitch

If it come down to it

Bow her heard spitting on my

Think she finna chew

I’ma trip more cashland where motherfucker

Niggas look over this way I swear to god

They ain’t gon' touch her

On my cash get it out your bitch

If it come down to it

Bow her heard spitting on my

Think she finna chew