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Make That Cash Video (MV)




Performed By: T3
Length: 3:10
Written by: Tyler Clancy




T3 - Make That Cash Lyrics




Make that cash, make that cash, make that cash, make that cash
Make that cash, make that cash, make that cash, make that cash
You Gotta
Make that cash, make that cash, make that cash, make that cash
Make that cash, make that cash, make that cash, make that cash

Gonna be legit one day
Why these haters holding out just like a lunch tray
I see you tried to slide right by but not in this place
All these counterfeiting f*ckas yeah they gonna pay
I turned it up a notch and I ain't turn it up for nothing
The nasty odor coming with me don't I smell disgusting
That boy just tried to go to town I know that he ain't coming
Imma try and make some cash because I gotta keep the funding
Going to the max nobody stopping put you on the track
Got the tip that you a lil' jumpy figured you ain't jack
With some diamonds on her wrist I know she thinking that she that
So when the cash is coming quick I swear you better not be last
God damn, where you at?
No there's no time for a break
You want some cash you better have some racks to place that heavy weight
F*ck you mean I put you on a team but that could change today
Cuz everybody gon' appear but no one really stays, I'm saying (You know)
Got that 20-20 for the paper
It's your moved I got you checked up you can't see I gotcha later
If shit ain't falling through you up the pressure on the player
Make it known that you ain't falling only they gon' witness failure
Cuz I'm rolling and you know and I don't see the point in stopping
Why am I knocking on the wood I really hope I keep it rocking
If they notice that you up you gonna hear all of the talking
Bullshit never pausing often make that cash it's what they wanting

Make that cash, make that cash, make that cash, make that cash
Make that cash, make that cash, make that cash, make that cash
Make that cash, make that cash, make that cash, make that cash
Make that cash, make that cash, make that cash, make that cash

C'mon
What's up with the cash that you ain't neva talking with
I'll stack another chip because I know you thinking I'm buying it
Then get another plan single handed execute it
Damn f*ck another friend if you ain't down with the movement
How you gonna stop me when I'm on that rolling paper
Like a check coming but no you ain't gotta tip the waiter (Nope)
Now do you understand work it out and be good later
Make a bill, how we do it, put some food on the table
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Make that cash, make that cash, make that cash, make that cash
Make that cash, make that cash, make that cash, make that cash
You Gotta
Make that cash, make that cash, make that cash, make that cash
Make that cash, make that cash, make that cash, make that cash

Gonna be legit one day
Why these haters holding out just like a lunch tray
I see you tried to slide right by but not in this place
All these counterfeiting f*ckas yeah they gonna pay
I turned it up a notch and I ain't turn it up for nothing
The nasty odor coming with me don't I smell disgusting
That boy just tried to go to town I know that he ain't coming
Imma try and make some cash because I gotta keep the funding
Going to the max nobody stopping put you on the track
Got the tip that you a lil' jumpy figured you ain't jack
With some diamonds on her wrist I know she thinking that she that
So when the cash is coming quick I swear you better not be last
God damn, where you at?
No there's no time for a break
You want some cash you better have some racks to place that heavy weight
F*ck you mean I put you on a team but that could change today
Cuz everybody gon' appear but no one really stays, I'm saying (You know)
Got that 20-20 for the paper
It's your moved I got you checked up you can't see I gotcha later
If shit ain't falling through you up the pressure on the player
Make it known that you ain't falling only they gon' witness failure
Cuz I'm rolling and you know and I don't see the point in stopping
Why am I knocking on the wood I really hope I keep it rocking
If they notice that you up you gonna hear all of the talking
Bullshit never pausing often make that cash it's what they wanting

Make that cash, make that cash, make that cash, make that cash
Make that cash, make that cash, make that cash, make that cash
Make that cash, make that cash, make that cash, make that cash
Make that cash, make that cash, make that cash, make that cash

C'mon
What's up with the cash that you ain't neva talking with
I'll stack another chip because I know you thinking I'm buying it
Then get another plan single handed execute it
Damn f*ck another friend if you ain't down with the movement
How you gonna stop me when I'm on that rolling paper
Like a check coming but no you ain't gotta tip the waiter (Nope)
Now do you understand work it out and be good later
Make a bill, how we do it, put some food on the table
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Writer: Tyler Clancy
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