Cash Lock Lyrics - Singles - Hypothetical

Verse 1 

Hit the radio to check what's on my resume 

Dollar signs been pouring out the fucking rosè 

Lately she's been feigning, got the need for fornicating 

Tour won't stop me automating playlists for it all day 

Been arrested, rest assured the beat in all play 

When you finished I'm just calling that the foreplay 

Going long, I'ma throw it down the hallway 

Always knowing that you're ready to get salty 

Best know I'm gunna light that flame 

Fuck her raw till she call my name 

Fame all I saw on that lightening train 

I'm gunna fight that game till the pipe gone claim 

Chorus: 

Always thought I was doing this shit a little differently 

Yeah I'm bout to go all in 

And bitch right you are that I'm a superstar 

Been burning for it on my end 

(x2) 

Verse 2: 

It's all by my design 

We're gunna do it, till the sun don't shine 

Ima ruin student unions while I'm spitting these rhyme 

Pitbull, rob em by the shitful, blind 

Fuck the language, better stand for the next part 

Fist on the collar keep your distance if your pet's smart 

I make a dollar just from smoking on a cigar 

Quick charge, line it on the dash until I hit start 

Didn't think that you appeared this poor? 

Hittin the bottle with the model's what I'm here for 

That's the motto that will get you on the wrong course 

Hardcore, every time I got your girl on all fours 

Aw man I've been sick of this shit 

So far treating me a rapper with a quick spark 

Bitch I play the guitar, and got the cash on lock 

Best believe that I'm the straightest dart 

Chorus: 

Always thought I was doing this shit a little differently 

Yeah I'm bout to go all in 

And bitch right you are that I'm a superstar 

Been burning for it on my end 

(x2)