Lyrics HoodRich Pablo Juan – Cash Rules

Danny, I see you
That boy Cassius
Yeah

Cash rulin’ everything around me

Lawyer with me, I ain’t takin’ no plea
I’m what your baby daddy want to be
Unemployed, I get money out the street
Came from the bottom of the creek
Mama couldn’t buy nothing to eat
I learned how to get it, I got me
I roll up a leaf, got the whole tree
Role model in the hood, they wanna be me
I remember mismatched socks and dirty white tees
Fuck it, I spent my lunch money on weed

Cash rulin’ everything around me
Ain’t no better feeling than when you countin’
I gotta get it, I know that they doubted
Got bitches in Dallas, I shop at the Gallery
It’s all in God’s plans, it gotta be
I know if my daddy was here, he’d be proud of me
They tryna use me with reverse psychology
I’m self made and I don’t owe nobody
I got this shit on my own
Ain’t had my hand out, nor did I get a loan
I got this shit on my own
Stayin’ down three sixty-five, all day long
Everything I get, I own
I got this shit on my own
They ain’t give a dog a bone
Had to boss up, it made me strong
Young rich nigga, my money grown

I had to take it, they ain’t give me nothing
I got patience, I ain’t rushin’
I ain’t have a million, I was just crushin’
I just think of my future, I’m blushin’
You ain’t gon’ keep it real, you just bluffin’
Where you was at when I was hustlin’?
I just done seen too much
These bitches ain’t shit, and I can’t trust ’em
I need that cream, I roll up a Russian
All yellow tennis chains like ‘Tussin
None of y’all really keepin’ it real
All of my ice is slushin’, yeah
I done got a lil clever, time got a lil better
My old friend a dirty rat like Shredder
I had a dream, I’m a king like Coretta
I’m on a bean, that’s a Tesla
Diamond in the rough, I was made under pressure
If she loyal, she a treasure
When it rain, I’ma be your umbrella
You buried money for rainy days, we cannot drought no more
Used to window shop
Now we walk in with them racks on us and we buyin’ the store
I’m thankful, I know how it feel to be poor

Cash rulin’ everything around me
Ain’t no better feeling than when you countin’
I gotta get it, I know that they doubted
Got bitches in Dallas, I shop at the Gallery
It’s all in God’s plans, it gotta be
I know if my daddy was here, he’d be proud of me
They tryna use me with reverse psychology
I’m self made and I don’t owe nobody
I got this shit on my own
Ain’t had my hand out, nor did I get a loan
I got this shit on my own
Stayin’ down three sixty-five, all day long
Everything I get, I own
I got this shit on my own
They ain’t give a dog a bone
Had to boss up, it made me strong
Young rich nigga, my money grown