- Yung Gravy Gas Money 歌詞
- Yung Gravy
- [Chorus]
Countin up that cash money, fast money, all up in yo ass money
I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
I aint a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me
You could get your face smacked if you act funny
Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money
I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money
Racked up, Im the young Johnny Cash , money
Make gas, mother****er, thats gas money (Ayy, woo, ayy)
[Verse 1]
I think Im Jack-in-the-Box cause I stay up in them buns
And your ex got that box, rated E for everyone
Ooh, damn girl, thats nasty
I hit the spin move when she tried to harass me
Tryna live but Im dodgin these thots
To the right and the left, like Im playin Hopscotch
And Im countin my bread up, nonstop
Gas money, **** a stopwatch, shit dont ever stop
**** a P.O., **** a piss test
Yall racists, stay lovin incest (****in pussies)
Drive-by, get sprayed with the Windex
Cause yall nasty, boofin them cigarettes (Woo , ayy)
And its Gravy, eternally talkin my shit
Your girl eternally jockin my dick
And I could die today (Ayy, ayy)
But my gangll stay eternally paid (Ooh, yeah)
[Chorus]
Theyll be countin up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money
I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
I aint a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me
You could get your face smacked if you act funny
Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money
I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money
Racked up, Im the young Johnny Cash, money
Make gas, mother****er, thats gas money
[Verse 2]
I hit the pick-six straight into the endzone (Yeah, yeah)
Make your bitch flip, now you in the friendzone (Friendzone)
Backshots, then she let me drive the Benz home
Hit Atlanta and Im sellin out the Benz dome (Ayy, ayy)
Thats a quickie bag, cop a Jag, Gucci backpack
Imma flip it fast in the cash like its Blackjack
Im the Sammy Davis Jr. Jr. from the Rat Pack
Gravy **** your bitch and disappear like Im a Snapchat
[Pre-Chorus]
Thats that gas money
Bitch, I deserve a plaque, money, mm
Daddy flapjacks , how I stack money, ayy
[Chorus]
Countin up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money
I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
I aint a bitch , yessir, I keep cash on me
You could get your face smacked if you act funny
Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money
I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money
Racked up, Im the young Johnny Cash, money
Make gas, mother****er, thats gas money
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