Meek Mill - Straight Cash

[Intro:]
STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH
Bitch, I'm like a register
STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH
Bitch, I'm like a register
STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH
Bitch, I'm like a register

Bitch, I'm like a register
Bitch, I'm like a register
Bitch, I'm like a register

Money, cars, clothes, and hoes
I don't get enough of them
Hating ass fraud niggas, no, we don't fuck with them

STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH
Bitch, I'm like a register
STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH

Yeah, a hundred hundreds, that's ten stacks
Sitting in my pocket, you get that?
I fuck your girl, give your bitch bad
Pull up in that Benz, hold up, girl, he get that
Oh, he did what? I be shutting on 'em
Even the niggas with them bricks saying I got nothing on 'em
Look at the Jag boss, let 'em run up on 'em
And I be dumping on 'em
Yeah, I got something for 'em
Rock 17 in my seven jeans
Do them niggers dirty, it be a bloody scene
I like my yayo white and my money green
It's BA, bitch, fuck that other team
All you niggas rest, you ain't fucking balling
I be shitting on these lames like they retarded
I eat rabbit stew, go and get your artist
1 AM and hustling, you should fucking call us

STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH
Bitch, I'm like a register
STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH
Bitch, I'm like a register
STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH
Bitch, I'm like a register

Bitch, I'm like a register
Bitch, I'm like a register
Bitch, I'm like a register

Money, cars, clothes, and hoes
I don't get enough of them
Hating ass fraud niggas, no, we don't fuck with them

STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH
Bitch, I'm like a register
STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH

20 grand, you don't understand
I'm my Miami Ocean drive on fucking hands
She ask me who I be, I said, "The fucking man"
Let's cut the bullshit, is we fucking, man?
Somebody wake me up, swear to God I'm dreaming
Lamborghini, hundred miles an hour and I'm leaning
Banging flames, too, they say my style the meanest
Swagger on 100, I got it from Nemos
The money here, the bitches, too
You need some paper, this what you do
Call my nigga up, he say who's in to you
You tell him "me" you pay for one and he gonna give you two
Dope boy turned rapper now
Somebody let them haters out, I back them down
Benjamins, we count them by the pound
I was broke as a joke, but guess who's laughing now

STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH
Bitch, I'm like a register
STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH
Bitch, I'm like a register
STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH
Bitch, I'm like a register

Bitch, I'm like a register
Bitch, I'm like a register
Bitch, I'm like a register

Money, cars, clothes, and hoes
I don't get enough of them
Hating ass fraud niggas, no, we don't fuck with them

STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH
Bitch, I'm like a register
STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH

Fuck a money machine, I'm a money machine
All my niggas, they get it, yeah, run in the team
I ain't chasing the paper, it be running to me
Niggas talking that money shit till they run into me
I ain't saving shit, I'mma blow it all
I'm Miami King of Diamonds so I'mma throw it all
Keep them haters from ‘round me, them niggas throw me off
I was bored, I was quiet, now I be showing off

[Outro:]
STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH
Bitch, I'm like a register
STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH
Bitch, I'm like a register
STRAIGHT CASH, STRAIGHT CASH
Bitch, I'm like a register
Bitch, I'm like a register
Bitch, I'm like a register
Bitch, I'm like a register

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