like a g

kid ink

i'mma tell you what a g told me

cash rules everything around me

gotta get that dough till there ain't no more

gotta stack that dough till ya bank done fold

i'mma show you what a nigga showed me

put your middle finger up and scream fuck the police

fuck smelling good gotta stank on me

fuck a credit card gotta bank on me

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

uh

feelin so good

all the way out the hood

now i gotta view that can see the whole city

swear momma raised her a real go-getter

itll be okay

tell em that im so la

west up

shoe box money in the dresser

yeah

thats what a g showed me

i know you can smell the og on me

and shawty trynna get another drink on me

anything in the world for free baby

i'mma tell you what a g told me

cash rules everything around me

gotta get that dough till there ain't no more

gotta stack that dough till ya bank done fold

i'mma show you what a nigga showed me

put your middle finger up and scream fuck the police

fuck smelling good gotta stank on me

fuck a credit card gotta bank on me

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

just trynna have a fun time

middle finger up to the one time

fist to my niggas on the front line

shades out

we gon' shine

yeah

see us

just ball in my sneakas

they ain't gettin money like a pre-nun

see it goin around

tea cups

g thing

travie got her in her g-string

and i could make her sing like t-pain

let me give you the game now

i'mma tell you what a g told me

cash rules everything around me

gotta get that dough till there ain't no more

gotta stack that dough till ya bank done fold

i'mma show you what a nigga showed me

put your middle finger up and scream fuck the police

fuck smelling good gotta stank on me

fuck a credit card gotta bank on me

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

live by the g code

on another level get a cheat code

keep it 100

c note

party everywhere that we go

oh uh alright

bat gang

up all night

nigh night night

see

everything ain't what it seem

but

i'mma tell you what a g told me

cash rules everything around me

gotta get that dough till there ain't no more

gotta stack that dough till ya bank done fold

i'mma show you what a nigga showed me

put your middle finger up and scream fuck the police

fuck smelling good gotta stank on me

fuck a credit card gotta bank on me

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah (yeah

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