Cash Lyrics latest song by Quando Rondo. The lyrics were written by Andrea Fossati, David Napoleon Blom, James Lanty-Hickson, TyQuain Bowman, Will Boyette, and William Michael Tunstall and produced by Adre, JLH, Blom, and Will Michael
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Cash Song Details
| Song | Cash |
| Artist/Singer | Quando Rondo |
| Lyrics | Andrea Fossati, David Napoleon Blom, James Lanty-Hickson, TyQuain Bowman, Will Boyette, and William Michael Tunstall |
| Produced | Adre, JLH, Blom, and Will Michael |
| Label | Atlantic |
Cash Music
Cash Lyrics
Adre, light ’em up
Hey QRN
We been really late night schemin’
I’m at war with all these demons, while still at war with someone else
I blame the cameras and the fame for all the pain that I felt
Them n*ggas claim they wouldn’t change, they said they love me, but they left
I’m steady tryna kick the drank, to keep it real, I need some help (Uh, uh, uh)
County chain gang, I get out, ain’t goin’ back (Uh)
I got a bounty on my name, pull up get the hundred racks
There go you know my youngin’ Trey, ain’t speakin’ on who we got whacked
Can’t put a b*tch before my drank, can’t put my man before the cash
Thug n*gga from the gutter, no, the money can’t change me
They tryna do me like Young Thugger, hit the county for some gang shit
Yeah, I’m fully loaded, uh, uh, blue double R, that’s when I lane switch
Lil’ shorty say she want my heart, she know that I’ma break the bank quick
I had to tell her, “Uh-uh,” all from the start, this shit get dangerous
I had to bulletproof the Trackhawk, can’t get wet up when it’s rainin’
Go with your move or bring a stretcher, keep that iron, I’m quick to bang it
Just me and Coup, yeah, that’s my fella, I know he ain’t never changin’
They think they cool, ’cause they be steppin’, but go’n tell when hit the chain gang
I love that blue, but put my flag up on Lil Phat, no, I don’t gangbang
Lil’ dude them think that they some factors ’cause they out here and they name ring
Them Prada shoes, I come through flashin’, fresh as hell, I let the strings hang
Mmm, I get on them drugs then scream for Allah
Every mornin’ I’ma hit that rug and do my Fata’
I’ma buy a brand new Benz truck, like I’m Rylo
It ain’t a night, that I don’t think about my thug, R.I.P. Pablo
I’m at war with all these demons, while still at war with someone else
I blame the cameras and the fame for all the pain that I felt
Them n*ggas claim, they wouldn’t change, they said they love me, but they left
I’m steady tryna kick the drank, to keep it real, I need some help (Uh, uh, uh)
County chain gang, I get out, ain’t goin’ back (Uh)
I got a bounty on my name, pull up get the hundred racks
There go you know my youngin’ Trey, ain’t speakin’ on, who got whacked
Can’t put a b*tch before my drank, can’t put my man before the cash
‘Fore the, ‘fore the cash, ‘fore the, ‘fore the, ‘fore the cash
‘Fore the cash
‘Fore the cash
