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Cash Video (MV)




Performed By: T.R.E.V
Language: English
Length: 1:56
Written by: Trevon Rascoe




T.R.E.V - Cash Lyrics
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I'm stacking chips
Tre Five known to get it and dip
No talk I don't wanna hear lip
Same shit man I don't even trip
Take a hit and forget you exist
Got a whip I don't need me a Lyft
Work hard imma need me a tip
Ticked off that I'm really the shit
Blew up and I know that they sick
Young nigga man I ball
Bought a zip and i'm chiefin' it all
Play the field uh huh
So many bitches man who do I call
Lob em all to my dogs
Aint a party less Tre Five is involved
Speak to existence that's what I was taught
One day Tre Five he gon end up on the Forbes
Young nigga man I ball
Bought a zip and i'm chiefin' it all
Play the field uh huh
So many bitches man who do I call
Lob em all to my dogs
Aint a party less Tre Five is involved
Speak to existence that's what I was taught
One day Tre Five he gon end up on the Forbes
Nigga what do you mean
Pullin up
Too clean
Like a cool kid on a new scene
If she bad then we can do things
Tre Five and I'm spitting facts
I never fold, f*ck a laundromat
Real nigga I don't ever act
Lost me one time I ain't coming back
Got that man get it
I'm smoking good shit exquisite
Dreads to the side like xzibit
If she lookin' fine I might hit it
Tryn get it all while I'm living
Make sure the Five get a plate
Time is money and my money is timeless
Make sure I never be late
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I'm stacking chips
Tre Five known to get it and dip
No talk I don't wanna hear lip
Same shit man I don't even trip
Take a hit and forget you exist
Got a whip I don't need me a Lyft
Work hard imma need me a tip
Ticked off that I'm really the shit
Blew up and I know that they sick
Young nigga man I ball
Bought a zip and i'm chiefin' it all
Play the field uh huh
So many bitches man who do I call
Lob em all to my dogs
Aint a party less Tre Five is involved
Speak to existence that's what I was taught
One day Tre Five he gon end up on the Forbes
Young nigga man I ball
Bought a zip and i'm chiefin' it all
Play the field uh huh
So many bitches man who do I call
Lob em all to my dogs
Aint a party less Tre Five is involved
Speak to existence that's what I was taught
One day Tre Five he gon end up on the Forbes
Nigga what do you mean
Pullin up
Too clean
Like a cool kid on a new scene
If she bad then we can do things
Tre Five and I'm spitting facts
I never fold, f*ck a laundromat
Real nigga I don't ever act
Lost me one time I ain't coming back
Got that man get it
I'm smoking good shit exquisite
Dreads to the side like xzibit
If she lookin' fine I might hit it
Tryn get it all while I'm living
Make sure the Five get a plate
Time is money and my money is timeless
Make sure I never be late
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Writer: Trevon Rascoe
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