Young Slime Juice - My Cash Waiting Lyrics

The law of attraction
Is merely a fraction
A chemical mixture
I’d like to react in
The actual action
Is one over three I like bank and reaction
I guess that’s just me
Run my transaction and pay me a fee
They’ve got em distracted subliminally
I need to extract it so limitlessly
Line up the pieces so that I can sleep
The demons at night are much stronger than sheep
I’ll be buying a grill for both sets of my teeth
Cuz I am the chef and this food isn’t free
I am a mess with the mood of a freak
Over your head like you duck when I speak
Your mind isn’t working I think that it’s weak
Or my bars are disgusting and simply unique
No time for discussing what they would critique
Give me that money cause I need that cash
Just stack up blue Hunnids and fill up my bag
Light up this blicky it’s turning to ash
Ice on my neck got my fit with a splash
Red bottoms on think my shoes got a rash
I cannot pick but I choose not to clash
If you do me wrong I’ll leave you in the past
Cuz the squad on 200 we fuck up the dash
My flow is just swinging like it’s at the park
I’m tearing this beat up I rip it apart
You call this shit rapping I call this shit art
I’m done with the cappin' this shits from the heart
You live in obliviousness in the dark
Surrounded by fish but I think I’m a shark
Reliving resentment and hateful remarks
knew I was different I noticed a spark
Made a decision I had to embark
Now I’m floating on water call this Noah’s ark
Lemme just illustrate
I’m good at writing and these niggas can’t relate
These niggas hiding while I’m tryna demonstrate
How you must seek and make your money escalate
I’m lookin' fleek and my flow is just excellent
Spitin' that fire so they call me a veteran
Devil keeps knocking but I ain't gon let her in
Give me that money cause I need that cash
Just stack up blue Hunnids and fill up my bag
Light up this blicky it’s turning to ash
Ice on my neck got my fit with a splash
Red bottoms on think my shoes got a rash
I cannot pick but I choose not to clash
If you do me wrong I’ll leave you in the past
Cuz the squad on 200 we fuck up the dash
I need that cake
You said you were drunk but it’s still a mistake
Smoking that’s skunk to get faded away
My demons lurk in the shadier place
The Devil’s expressions all over her face
I’ve kept it compressed but it’s time to embrace
my head is so sharp that they call me a mace
I listen to harps just sharpen my taste
And sharpen my pencil so that I can trace
On the flip-side all these niggas erased
Cuz that’s a mistake
Sometimes awareness seems so far away
Inside your brain and the shit that we raise
he walks with a cane he’s been crippled for days
The systems corrupt you should watch who you praise
These niggas they suck I don’t get all the craze
I spit a verse and your iPod ablaze
Give me that money cause I need that cash
Just stack up blue Hunnids and fill up my bag
Light up this blicky it’s turning to ash
Ice on my neck got my fit with a splash
Red bottoms on think my shoes got a rash
I cannot pick but I choose not to clash
If you do me wrong I’ll leave you in the past
Cuz the squad on 200 we fuck up the dash
Nigga I’m just waiting
Till I can say I’ve made it
Bitches tryna play
But I’m not the one to play with
Whatcha trying to say
Acting like I’m not creating
Bitches get the wrong impression
Acting like we’re dating
You know I’m a big dipper
Not talking bout a rating
Cuz bitch, I’m too good
Yeah that’s what I’m indicating
Yeah that’s what I’m indicating
Yeah that’s what I’m indicating
Cuz bitch, I’m too good
Yeah that’s what I’m indicating

The law of attraction
Is merely a fraction
A chemical mixture
I’d like to react in
The actual action
Is one over three I like bank and reaction
I guess that’s just me
Run my transaction and pay me a fee
They’ve got em distracted subliminally
I need to extract it so limitlessly
Line up the pieces so that I can sleep
The demons at night are much stronger than sheep
I’ll be buying a grill for both sets of my teeth
Cuz I am the chef and this food isn’t free
I am a mess with the mood of a freak
Over your head like you duck when I speak
Your mind isn’t working I think that it’s weak
Or my bars are disgusting and simply unique
No time for discussing what they would critique
Give me that money cause I need that cash
Just stack up blue Hunnids and fill up my bag
Light up this blicky it’s turning to ash
Ice on my neck got my fit with a splash
Red bottoms on think my shoes got a rash
I cannot pick but I choose not to clash
If you do me wrong I’ll leave you in the past
Cuz the squad on 200 we fuck up the dash
My flow is just swinging like it’s at the park
I’m tearing this beat up I rip it apart
You call this shit rapping I call this shit art
I’m done with the cappin' this shits from the heart
You live in obliviousness in the dark
Surrounded by fish but I think I’m a shark
Reliving resentment and hateful remarks
knew I was different I noticed a spark
Made a decision I had to embark
Now I’m floating on water call this Noah’s ark
Lemme just illustrate
I’m good at writing and these niggas can’t relate
These niggas hiding while I’m tryna demonstrate
How you must seek and make your money escalate
I’m lookin' fleek and my flow is just excellent
Spitin' that fire so they call me a veteran
Devil keeps knocking but I ain't gon let her in
Give me that money cause I need that cash
Just stack up blue Hunnids and fill up my bag
Light up this blicky it’s turning to ash
Ice on my neck got my fit with a splash
Red bottoms on think my shoes got a rash
I cannot pick but I choose not to clash
If you do me wrong I’ll leave you in the past
Cuz the squad on 200 we fuck up the dash
I need that cake
You said you were drunk but it’s still a mistake
Smoking that’s skunk to get faded away
My demons lurk in the shadier place
The Devil’s expressions all over her face
I’ve kept it compressed but it’s time to embrace
my head is so sharp that they call me a mace
I listen to harps just sharpen my taste
And sharpen my pencil so that I can trace
On the flip-side all these niggas erased
Cuz that’s a mistake
Sometimes awareness seems so far away
Inside your brain and the shit that we raise
he walks with a cane he’s been crippled for days
The systems corrupt you should watch who you praise
These niggas they suck I don’t get all the craze
I spit a verse and your iPod ablaze
Give me that money cause I need that cash
Just stack up blue Hunnids and fill up my bag
Light up this blicky it’s turning to ash
Ice on my neck got my fit with a splash
Red bottoms on think my shoes got a rash
I cannot pick but I choose not to clash
If you do me wrong I’ll leave you in the past
Cuz the squad on 200 we fuck up the dash
Nigga I’m just waiting
Till I can say I’ve made it
Bitches tryna play
But I’m not the one to play with
Whatcha trying to say
Acting like I’m not creating
Bitches get the wrong impression
Acting like we’re dating
You know I’m a big dipper
Not talking bout a rating
Cuz bitch, I’m too good
Yeah that’s what I’m indicating
Yeah that’s what I’m indicating
Yeah that’s what I’m indicating
Cuz bitch, I’m too good
Yeah that’s what I’m indicating