Hit the green then i do the dash
Make it rain whole lotta of cash
Cant hit no mid that shits trash
Flames on my shirt that's that thrash
Pussy is good but her head game retarded
Make a wrong move you is a target
Whole lotta cash doesn't fit in my pocket
Go online and buy everything in the market
Coming up this shit wasn't easy
6 foot 7 foot like I'm weezy
Gave her my number she call me sweetie
That bitch wanted everything said get the f*ck out you is greedy
Hit the green then i do the dash
Make it rain whole lotta of cash
Cant hit no mid that shits trash
Flames on my shirt that's that thrash
DSAV been dripping designer
Cant f*ck with her she a minor
All of my women are finer
Climbing to the top like a climber
Want a Bentley not a benz
Gucci and louie on the lens
Rollie Rollie with the gems
Grind my weed with no stems
Count this cash do the work
See me in designer she gave me a smirk
Ballin ballin like I'm Kirk
Ballin balling like Trey Burke
Whole team got rings like we champs
F*cked your hoe gave her some cramps
Shawty got a fatty ima make it clap
Hit the green then i do the dash
Make it rain whole lotta of cash
Cant hit no mid that shits trash
Flames on my shirt that's that thrash
Baby got that ass in them jeans
Jump on me like a trampoline
Pull up drop top I'm looking clean
Do not Disturb I'm counting my green
Eating chicken that Popeyes
Working hard exercise
Selling cars enterprise
Drinking red bull energize
Rocking off white or v-lone
Giving out cash like a loan
Everyone calling me on my phone
Don't need my mom I'm all grown
In Las Vegas smoking on cookies
Y'all to little playing like rookies
Calling my plug to give me the goodies
I won't deal with none of these pussys
Dsav - Dash Lyrics
Dsav - Dash Lyrics
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Hit the green then i do the dash
Make it rain whole lotta of cash
Cant hit no mid that shits trash
Flames on my shirt that's that thrash
Pussy is good but her head game retarded
Make a wrong move you is a target
Whole lotta cash doesn't fit in my pocket
Go online and buy everything in the market
Coming up this shit wasn't easy
6 foot 7 foot like I'm weezy
Gave her my number she call me sweetie
That bitch wanted everything said get the f*ck out you is greedy
Hit the green then i do the dash
Make it rain whole lotta of cash
Cant hit no mid that shits trash
Flames on my shirt that's that thrash
DSAV been dripping designer
Cant f*ck with her she a minor
All of my women are finer
Climbing to the top like a climber
Want a Bentley not a benz
Gucci and louie on the lens
Rollie Rollie with the gems
Grind my weed with no stems
Count this cash do the work
See me in designer she gave me a smirk
Ballin ballin like I'm Kirk
Ballin balling like Trey Burke
Whole team got rings like we champs
F*cked your hoe gave her some cramps
Shawty got a fatty ima make it clap
Hit the green then i do the dash
Make it rain whole lotta of cash
Cant hit no mid that shits trash
Flames on my shirt that's that thrash
Baby got that ass in them jeans
Jump on me like a trampoline
Pull up drop top I'm looking clean
Do not Disturb I'm counting my green
Eating chicken that Popeyes
Working hard exercise
Selling cars enterprise
Drinking red bull energize
Rocking off white or v-lone
Giving out cash like a loan
Everyone calling me on my phone
Don't need my mom I'm all grown
In Las Vegas smoking on cookies
Y'all to little playing like rookies
Calling my plug to give me the goodies
I won't deal with none of these pussys
Make it rain whole lotta of cash
Cant hit no mid that shits trash
Flames on my shirt that's that thrash
Pussy is good but her head game retarded
Make a wrong move you is a target
Whole lotta cash doesn't fit in my pocket
Go online and buy everything in the market
Coming up this shit wasn't easy
6 foot 7 foot like I'm weezy
Gave her my number she call me sweetie
That bitch wanted everything said get the f*ck out you is greedy
Hit the green then i do the dash
Make it rain whole lotta of cash
Cant hit no mid that shits trash
Flames on my shirt that's that thrash
DSAV been dripping designer
Cant f*ck with her she a minor
All of my women are finer
Climbing to the top like a climber
Want a Bentley not a benz
Gucci and louie on the lens
Rollie Rollie with the gems
Grind my weed with no stems
Count this cash do the work
See me in designer she gave me a smirk
Ballin ballin like I'm Kirk
Ballin balling like Trey Burke
Whole team got rings like we champs
F*cked your hoe gave her some cramps
Shawty got a fatty ima make it clap
Hit the green then i do the dash
Make it rain whole lotta of cash
Cant hit no mid that shits trash
Flames on my shirt that's that thrash
Baby got that ass in them jeans
Jump on me like a trampoline
Pull up drop top I'm looking clean
Do not Disturb I'm counting my green
Eating chicken that Popeyes
Working hard exercise
Selling cars enterprise
Drinking red bull energize
Rocking off white or v-lone
Giving out cash like a loan
Everyone calling me on my phone
Don't need my mom I'm all grown
In Las Vegas smoking on cookies
Y'all to little playing like rookies
Calling my plug to give me the goodies
I won't deal with none of these pussys
Writer: Divan Flores
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid