Cash Flow Lyrics – New Wave
Singer: New Wave
Title: Cash Flow
I said i’m back in my ends for the weekend
Hotline keeps blinging
Hit the plug for a drop cause i stacked my guap when hear that whip i’m geeking
We keeping it (shh) on them trap phones
And straight dodging the feds on the back roads
Yeah i just want money so they can get hit on the way if they f#ck with my cash flow
Ayy
Hotline keeps blingin’
My brothers in the front line stay chingin’
On the weekend i get too faded i’m coked up so on the weekdays still pingin’
And if you talk too tough i’ll do one better falsetto this glock’ll start singin’
Da da da nah (grraa ba ba ba)
Damn man now my ears ringin’ (f#ck off)
I’m gettin’ that bag and im flippin’ it
Stay making them p’s while i’ve got the drip
Keep yapping cause i keep a tight grip don’t show your face here and let me catch you slip
Sit back laugh with the gang have a toast over dogs that they’ve knocked and the points that we’ve scored
Too many smart mouths and gangsters talkin’ all that gas on my mums in your neck you’ll get bored
I said i’m back in my ends for the weekend
Hotline keeps blinging
Hit the plug for a drop cause i stacked my guap when hear that whip i’m geeking
We keeping it (shh) on them trap phones
And straight dodging the feds on the back roads
Yeah i just want money so they can get hit on the way if they f#ck with my cash flow
Ayy
Kick back with the whole gang and it’s off chain like honestly
Then i, link up with my old ting then i’m bolting for the robbery
But
Where did he go?
I heard his gang got took like a repo
I heard his gang talk sh#t like rico
With no kilos now that’s ego
Cause i slid to your ends like toosie
You said you’re running with a gat
Must be puffing on whoopty
Quit smoking on zaza’s
Cause i’ll send you some grata’s
Aimed at you and your partners
On god i am flexing, wanna test me?
Come get me i’m hitting the chacha
Cause i’m scoring like messi getting messy come press me i’ll kick off your rocker
I said i’m back in my ends for the weekend
Hotline keeps blinging
Hit the plug for a drop cause i stacked my guap when hear that whip i’m geeking
We keeping it (shh) on them trap phones
And straight dodging the feds on the back roads
Ayy taktix lemme talk to these f#ck heads real quick (yeah f#cken oath bruvva)
They claiming that they in the streets, but when we pulling up i’m not hearing a beat (shhh)
I’m not saying my name, cuz they know who i am, so i know they’re not f#cking with me
In cranbourne, we don’t play fair, imma bring a rambo to a meet
And if they want a fist fight (come here c#nt) imma grip on my blade and just swing
I’m not an influence, be a civilian, road isn’t made for ya
That’s your brother running, uzzo nobodies saving ya (sprinter, sprinter)
You’re a baby cuz, so when i’m fresh off tour, please do not f#ck with my cash flow
Cos ronnie wasn’t lying, when you moving thru the 7, you need that tax bro!
I’m feeling like taking his life, once i’m backing my shank send him off to the grave
Then continue with life like i never did it, cos the hotline still blinging like drake
So when you see us in the seven, just me and my brevrens, don’t act so brave
Cos we saw your cousin get got last week, and i swear that we’ll do you the same
Get the f#ck out my face
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