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Tennis (Cash) Video (MV)




Performed By: D Double U
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: David Williams




D Double U - Tennis (Cash) Lyrics




Gettin' cash quick
Dope burnin' slow bitch bad an she thick
I was down bad but I knew that wasn't it
Got up in my bag now I'm takin' care of business
Smoked so much dope could be a record for Guinness
Karma still comin' cus i used to be a menace
Back and forth with the plug you would think we playin' tennis
In and out the house makin' racket i was grindin' for a tennis

You ain't real you should not be in attendance
Yea you got a bag but the blues ain't in it
Gotta chase the money cus it ain't gone chase you
When it started comin' favorite color turned to blue
Not a crip or blood i just had to tell the truth
No I'm not cappin' when I tell her that she cute
She lookin' hella good i know she taste better than the wood
I be blowin' more than i should
Smokin' all my weed it seem like somebody stole it
Stay rollin' up to my lungs where its goin'
Goin' so crazy I'm not plannin' on stoppin'
Had to come up from the bottom cus the bitches wasn't toppin'
Got in my bag like clothes when I'm shopping'
Bitch so wet need a sign just fa caution
Niggas broke need a sign that say out of order
Went an got the benjamins an stacked em like a hoarder
Money gettin' longer never gettin' shorter
Takin' W's like the end of the 4th quarter
Givin' out bars instead of bein' behind em'
Out here gettin' money bitches be like Ima find em'

Gettin' cash quick
Dope burnin' slow bitch bad an she thick
I was down bad but I knew that wasn't it
Got up in my bag now I'm takin' care of business
Smoked so much dope could be a record for Guinness
Karma still comin' cus i used to be a menace
Back and forth with the plug you would think we playin' tennis
In and out the house makin' racket i was grindin' for a tennis

Never get tired of smokin'
Eyes hella red an they barely open
I had to hurry to the money like a bank was closin'
Stay talkin' cash pull up hella quick cus i drive hella fast
Left the car runnin' I be burnin hella gas
Rollin' up runtz an cookies them my favorite
I know its hella dope cus it got the white ash
I be stayin' clean the money hella dirty
Tryna get rich like Philthy before 30
Treat these hoes like the cup
Do em' hella dirty
Bitches ain't shit they only want you when they thirsty
See a nigga drippin' shawty wanna slurp me
Can't kiss the hoe but she eat me like a Hershey
Smokin' on dope an it taste like candy
Won't take a test but the paper you could hand me
I was down bad but I never had my handout
Haters still watchin' they could see that I'm the man now
Hit the bitch once then i left she a fan now
Blowin' up my phone shoulda never gave my number out
Got so many hoes I don't even know the number now
But in my bank account I know the exact amount
I'm not feelin' sad but a nigga got the blues
Headed to the top an the gang comin' too

Gettin' cash quick
Dope burnin' slow bitch bad an she thick
I was down bad but I knew that wasn't it
Got up in my bag now I'm takin' care of business
Smoked so much dope could be a record for Guinness
Karma still comin' cus i used to be a menace
Back and forth with the plug you would think we playin' tennis
In and out the house makin' racket i was grindin' for a tennis
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Gettin' cash quick
Dope burnin' slow bitch bad an she thick
I was down bad but I knew that wasn't it
Got up in my bag now I'm takin' care of business
Smoked so much dope could be a record for Guinness
Karma still comin' cus i used to be a menace
Back and forth with the plug you would think we playin' tennis
In and out the house makin' racket i was grindin' for a tennis

You ain't real you should not be in attendance
Yea you got a bag but the blues ain't in it
Gotta chase the money cus it ain't gone chase you
When it started comin' favorite color turned to blue
Not a crip or blood i just had to tell the truth
No I'm not cappin' when I tell her that she cute
She lookin' hella good i know she taste better than the wood
I be blowin' more than i should
Smokin' all my weed it seem like somebody stole it
Stay rollin' up to my lungs where its goin'
Goin' so crazy I'm not plannin' on stoppin'
Had to come up from the bottom cus the bitches wasn't toppin'
Got in my bag like clothes when I'm shopping'
Bitch so wet need a sign just fa caution
Niggas broke need a sign that say out of order
Went an got the benjamins an stacked em like a hoarder
Money gettin' longer never gettin' shorter
Takin' W's like the end of the 4th quarter
Givin' out bars instead of bein' behind em'
Out here gettin' money bitches be like Ima find em'

Gettin' cash quick
Dope burnin' slow bitch bad an she thick
I was down bad but I knew that wasn't it
Got up in my bag now I'm takin' care of business
Smoked so much dope could be a record for Guinness
Karma still comin' cus i used to be a menace
Back and forth with the plug you would think we playin' tennis
In and out the house makin' racket i was grindin' for a tennis

Never get tired of smokin'
Eyes hella red an they barely open
I had to hurry to the money like a bank was closin'
Stay talkin' cash pull up hella quick cus i drive hella fast
Left the car runnin' I be burnin hella gas
Rollin' up runtz an cookies them my favorite
I know its hella dope cus it got the white ash
I be stayin' clean the money hella dirty
Tryna get rich like Philthy before 30
Treat these hoes like the cup
Do em' hella dirty
Bitches ain't shit they only want you when they thirsty
See a nigga drippin' shawty wanna slurp me
Can't kiss the hoe but she eat me like a Hershey
Smokin' on dope an it taste like candy
Won't take a test but the paper you could hand me
I was down bad but I never had my handout
Haters still watchin' they could see that I'm the man now
Hit the bitch once then i left she a fan now
Blowin' up my phone shoulda never gave my number out
Got so many hoes I don't even know the number now
But in my bank account I know the exact amount
I'm not feelin' sad but a nigga got the blues
Headed to the top an the gang comin' too

Gettin' cash quick
Dope burnin' slow bitch bad an she thick
I was down bad but I knew that wasn't it
Got up in my bag now I'm takin' care of business
Smoked so much dope could be a record for Guinness
Karma still comin' cus i used to be a menace
Back and forth with the plug you would think we playin' tennis
In and out the house makin' racket i was grindin' for a tennis
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Writer: David Williams
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