YBN Nahmir ft. E-40, Too $hort - Ca$hland Lyrics

I'm a trip mode, Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on it
On my cash, get it out your bitch
If it come down to it
Got her hands feelin' on my
Think she finna chew

'Bout my game, you know what it is
Leave you in a ditch
Last summer nigga scored a point
Then he got switched by the team
I'm gon' blow brains, don't need to assist
Ain't no talking we be back to back
They know what it is
I'm through that east and I'm just with the guys
Know I got that .45 so don't be surprised
I had to slow down on that shooting
'Cause your shooter telling shit
A nigga playing with my bread
Okay we got them toasters bitch
See this 1911 to put a bitch up in a casket
Act like you tripping but I ain't slipping up in traffic
Forty it's on me, I get to knocking down your homies
The beef it get funky and I can't let no niggas smoke me
Take a trip out to the beach, Will and Scotty Deblor
Don't even gotta talk cause off the rip he a savage
I be in the North Pole with a pole living lavish
I told my lil' cousin Manny we need chicken and cabbage
Low tryna hit the road, ducking from police
Turned on a backstreet, this the stolie
On the set, my niggas coming, shut the whole city down
The bands up on the 'Gram
But got them tucked when we come around

I'm a trip mode, Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on it
On my cash, get it out your bitch
If it come down to it
Got her hands feelin' on my
Think she finna chew

I'm a trip mode, Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on it
On my cash, get it out your bitch
If it come down to it
Got her hands feelin' on my
Think she finna chew

I'm a ganged up individual
But I don't be talking to no killers (killers)
I be strained up with medicinal blow
And big broccoli cigarillos ('rillos)
When I'm waking up to a wake and bake
At the early crack of dawn (dawn)
I grab my shoebox and proceed
To roll up me some lime (lime)
My uncle told me that as long as you live
Don't you ever be no punk (punk)
Be ready for altercations
And unexpected fall (fall)
Think wisely and plan out your plot
Before you go to war (war)
Don't send no amateur
Send someone that got down before (before)
When you're growing griz
You gotta go through it's ugly stage (uh)
Dead homies tatted on me
They calm down my pain and rage (uh)
These bitches all on me
They say that I don not age
The home protection
That I choose is a Mossberg 500 gauge

I'm a trip mode, Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on it
On my cash, get it out your bitch
If it come down to it
Got her hands feelin' on my
Think she finna chew

I'm a trip mode, Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on it
On my cash, get it out your bitch
If it come down to it
Got her hands feelin' on my (yo it's $hort dog)
Think she finna chew

As a youngster I never knew nothing
Just a badass kid chasing hoes, getting money
I was straight down and dirty
Got the game from the pimps
Eleven years old going hard on a bitch (hard on a bitch)
Bitches walking down the street tryna to get my grip
Everything she get, nigga, that's my shit (give me that)
I set up shop a million dollar spot
And all my bitches tan the whole damn block (my bitch)
You choose me
We 'bout to switch the plan
If you playing bitch you going back to your man
But if you staying you need to meet my other bitch
You ain't cool with her
You can't fuck with this (can't fuck with, uh)

I'm a trip mode, Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on it
On my cash, get it out your bitch
If it come down to it
Got her hands feelin' on my
Think she finna chew

I'm a trip mode, Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on it
On my cash, get it out your bitch
If it come down to it
Got her hands feelin' on my
Think she finna chew