King Marino – Straight Cash (feat. Tracys Son) Lyrics

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King Marino – Straight Cash (feat. Tracys Son) Lyrics

King Marino

I need bout two hundred thousand
Right now, in my bank account
Make it two fifty
Right now, already taking to long
I need it
Got to have it
I wake up and I'm making moves
Cuz they feel right
Lucid dreaming in real life
Giving you all I got
So I can put you in yo feels like
Whatever feels like
The best thing you can have
Sometimes it's just a dollar
And sometimes its a bath
I multiply the grind
And see the profits after the math
Pretending I'm Walter White
With my verses in the lab
I'm breaking bad
Forget a Birkin bag
Leave beats in toe tags
I'm tired of paying in installments
Time to buy it straight cash
A on my hat
I pass the class
Chill in my whip
I pass the gas
If its bout money
I'm smashing fast
Hop straight in my whip
And do a dash, dash dash
I been on my journey so long
Now I'm just carrying on
When you see me winning the ship Like Bron
Don't be calling my phone
You already know what I'm on
I'm coming up
Leaving crabs in a barrel
Trapping these rhymes and
Trapping apparel
I came from a place
Some people called ghetto
Didn't worry bout that
Got my dinero
And I came up
To another level
Up, level up
Level up, level up
Level up, level up
Most of my battles
They were psychological
Mainly me fixating on
What's impossible
Instead of possible
Now looking back
Is paradoxical
Jumped over obstacles
I'm colder than a freezer
Full of popsicles that's tropical
Flow so crazy, you'd think
I got it from a mental hospital
Been tuning it for years
And now my business
Is profitable
Plans, I concoct some more
I'm the man you've been looking for
If you tryna learn how
To build a dream
And get it off the floor
I wake up and I'm making moves
Cuz they feel right
Lucid dreaming in real life
Giving you all I got
So I can put you in yo feels like
Whatever feels like
The best thing you can have
Sometimes it's just a dollar
And sometimes its a bath
I multiply the grind
And see the profits after the math
Pretending I'm Walter White
With my verses in the lab
I'm breaking bad
Forget a Birkin bag
Leave beats in toe tags
I'm tired of paying in installments
Time to buy it straight cash
Yeah that bag different
Yeah, way past different
Got it out the mud
No switching, no ass kissing
No dick riding
Niggas can't say they made me
No hand outs
That ain't the way Tracy raised me
I really had to find
The patience and drive
You can't find that shit in stores
Like the PlayStation 5
Gotta be born with it
Made up my mind
Yeah nigga, I'm gone get it
Up at a early stage
Knew at a early age
Before I reached the pearly gates
I would be thoroughly paid
Swear to God
Last year, that was a trash year
Lost both my parents
I'm just glad that my ass here
Hit me with both barrels
But yeah, I bounced back
Try an tally up my blessing
Now, can't count that
Rino my dude
Preciate the pass homie
Randy Moss in the endzone
Straight cash homie
I wake up and I'm making moves
Cuz they feel right
Lucid dreaming in real life
Giving you all I got
So I can put you in yo feels like
Whatever feels like
The best thing you can have
Sometimes it's just a dollar
And sometimes its a bath
I multiply the grind
And see the profits after the math
Pretending I'm Walter White
With my verses in the lab
I'm breaking bad
Forget a Birkin bag
Leave beats in toe tags
I'm tired of paying in installments
Time to buy it straight cash
Straight cash
Gotdammit
I'm tired of playing with these folks
Man, give me money
I need my money
Right now
I got thangs I gotta do
And some places to be man
Run it
Let's go

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