Rich nigga
I made a four do a flip
I ain't the plug no deal
I got more blues than Crips
My shit on lock f*ck a seal
Pull up with an FN grip
Got a nigga cheffin' whip
F*ck around got his best friend killed
Cash, I do the shit for leisure
I can make a hoe throw it like gogo GO
All of this ice on me havin' a seizure
Migo got the Whitey put it on that boat
Whippin' in a Range it don't go slow
Walk up in a spot I stay with my folks
I don't wear Ferragamo, I wear glock on the side like ya bitch,
And it got that scope
(Uh aye who Cash what Cash)
Lil hoe don't choke
Keep about five put it in that tote
Nine got nine put it in that coat
F*ck with my guys, they doin' most
Caught 'em outside, turn 'em to toast
You ain't gon 'ride, I just know
That fire on side gon' show yo ghost (Aye)
Aye Cash do that dash glock blow that smoke
Pullin' that shit like I do that dope
Ain't no assist if I shoot I score, bitch
Bought one took three more, bitch
Mako ain't no joke, Cash like freethrow neck on snow
Freak hoe she go low
Aye I got gwap that's on bro
Knots I got four talkin' about locks I got more
I need a five if I give you four
Pack it and slide if I'm goin' broke
She did a line now she on the floor
I'm in her spine I ain't gon support, shit
On that scope shit pipe down get yo hoe bitch
Right down you gon' go
Got that light put it on yo bro, bitch
Masi' got buttons some like remote
Two choppers tag-teamin' f*ck a coach
I left 'em blushin' put 'em through his nose
I got the Louis luggage color coke
I got the 'Lencis on me color 'caine
I put the water on I let it soak
F*ck nigga mad jus 'cause he ain't got stain
Swear I be clean like nigga f*ck a soap
Got 'em to tie 'em up I need a rope
I had to fye 'em up the nigga spoke
Opps, line 'em up like at the store
Rocks, diamonds on my wist and throat
Socks, Gucci got 'em out the store
Glocks, shootin' at you and yo bro
I made a movie the clips out the door
He want it, give 'em some more
VVS bitin I see bitch glow
Hittin like Tyson, pointers gon' poke
Don't got a license whippin' the Rolls
Put that shit out better call that shit gold bitch
Mako Cash - $tocked Up Lyrics
Mako Cash - $tocked Up Lyrics
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Rich nigga
I made a four do a flip
I ain't the plug no deal
I got more blues than Crips
My shit on lock f*ck a seal
Pull up with an FN grip
Got a nigga cheffin' whip
F*ck around got his best friend killed
Cash, I do the shit for leisure
I can make a hoe throw it like gogo GO
All of this ice on me havin' a seizure
Migo got the Whitey put it on that boat
Whippin' in a Range it don't go slow
Walk up in a spot I stay with my folks
I don't wear Ferragamo, I wear glock on the side like ya bitch,
And it got that scope
(Uh aye who Cash what Cash)
Lil hoe don't choke
Keep about five put it in that tote
Nine got nine put it in that coat
F*ck with my guys, they doin' most
Caught 'em outside, turn 'em to toast
You ain't gon 'ride, I just know
That fire on side gon' show yo ghost (Aye)
Aye Cash do that dash glock blow that smoke
Pullin' that shit like I do that dope
Ain't no assist if I shoot I score, bitch
Bought one took three more, bitch
Mako ain't no joke, Cash like freethrow neck on snow
Freak hoe she go low
Aye I got gwap that's on bro
Knots I got four talkin' about locks I got more
I need a five if I give you four
Pack it and slide if I'm goin' broke
She did a line now she on the floor
I'm in her spine I ain't gon support, shit
On that scope shit pipe down get yo hoe bitch
Right down you gon' go
Got that light put it on yo bro, bitch
Masi' got buttons some like remote
Two choppers tag-teamin' f*ck a coach
I left 'em blushin' put 'em through his nose
I got the Louis luggage color coke
I got the 'Lencis on me color 'caine
I put the water on I let it soak
F*ck nigga mad jus 'cause he ain't got stain
Swear I be clean like nigga f*ck a soap
Got 'em to tie 'em up I need a rope
I had to fye 'em up the nigga spoke
Opps, line 'em up like at the store
Rocks, diamonds on my wist and throat
Socks, Gucci got 'em out the store
Glocks, shootin' at you and yo bro
I made a movie the clips out the door
He want it, give 'em some more
VVS bitin I see bitch glow
Hittin like Tyson, pointers gon' poke
Don't got a license whippin' the Rolls
Put that shit out better call that shit gold bitch
I made a four do a flip
I ain't the plug no deal
I got more blues than Crips
My shit on lock f*ck a seal
Pull up with an FN grip
Got a nigga cheffin' whip
F*ck around got his best friend killed
Cash, I do the shit for leisure
I can make a hoe throw it like gogo GO
All of this ice on me havin' a seizure
Migo got the Whitey put it on that boat
Whippin' in a Range it don't go slow
Walk up in a spot I stay with my folks
I don't wear Ferragamo, I wear glock on the side like ya bitch,
And it got that scope
(Uh aye who Cash what Cash)
Lil hoe don't choke
Keep about five put it in that tote
Nine got nine put it in that coat
F*ck with my guys, they doin' most
Caught 'em outside, turn 'em to toast
You ain't gon 'ride, I just know
That fire on side gon' show yo ghost (Aye)
Aye Cash do that dash glock blow that smoke
Pullin' that shit like I do that dope
Ain't no assist if I shoot I score, bitch
Bought one took three more, bitch
Mako ain't no joke, Cash like freethrow neck on snow
Freak hoe she go low
Aye I got gwap that's on bro
Knots I got four talkin' about locks I got more
I need a five if I give you four
Pack it and slide if I'm goin' broke
She did a line now she on the floor
I'm in her spine I ain't gon support, shit
On that scope shit pipe down get yo hoe bitch
Right down you gon' go
Got that light put it on yo bro, bitch
Masi' got buttons some like remote
Two choppers tag-teamin' f*ck a coach
I left 'em blushin' put 'em through his nose
I got the Louis luggage color coke
I got the 'Lencis on me color 'caine
I put the water on I let it soak
F*ck nigga mad jus 'cause he ain't got stain
Swear I be clean like nigga f*ck a soap
Got 'em to tie 'em up I need a rope
I had to fye 'em up the nigga spoke
Opps, line 'em up like at the store
Rocks, diamonds on my wist and throat
Socks, Gucci got 'em out the store
Glocks, shootin' at you and yo bro
I made a movie the clips out the door
He want it, give 'em some more
VVS bitin I see bitch glow
Hittin like Tyson, pointers gon' poke
Don't got a license whippin' the Rolls
Put that shit out better call that shit gold bitch
Writer: Jordan Miller
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