"Cash Transactions" lyrics
Boldy James & Real Bad Man Lyrics
(feat. Knowledge The Pirate)
Where we at?
Bo Jack
I'll probably never love this rap shit more than these cash transactions
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
Touched my first half a mil and I fell in love
Thinking 'bout where I was at before I met the plug
I'll probably never love this rap shit more than this trap shit
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
How niggas hate me? I'm the wrong one to be jealous of
A nigga thought that this was that but it was never love
You ever seen a nigga down kept his head high?
Niggas riding past laughing as they sped by
Felt like the whole world turned they back on him
'Til he built his line back up and bust the trap open
Strap poking out his jeans, he in stack motion
Granny was three months clean now she back smoking
Mixing the coke with the reggo, she love the 51
Bags dope in the ghetto where he get it from
A year later in the hood directing big traffic
Gotta keep the big thirty-two shot clip ratchet
Zipped up in his jacket, case he gotta fire a nigga up
Niggas know he quiet but he cut
And now he back sneaky rich on some Meechy shit
Found the ancient family recipe in the ingredients
Involved in everything involving his immediates
Taming the dog when that bitch was disobedient
I'll probably never love this rap shit more than these cash transactions
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
Touched my first half a mil and I fell in love
Thinking 'bout where I was at before I met the plug
I'll probably never love this rap shit more than this trap shit
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
How niggas hate me? I'm the wrong one to be jealous of
A nigga thought that this was that but it was never love
You ever seen a thug up while niggas hating on him?
Buck fifty in the Gucci bag, the plug waiting on him
I'm wanted by the Feds, a few state charges pending
Still I drop off work to my dogs in boulevard of Linden
We in these streets, yo fuck the industry and what is trending
I'm in that kitchen chefin' coke up in a Gucci apron
We was all Gs like Gucci until he gave a statement
38 snub nose is how they close them cases
Six shots to his face is how they close the casket
Military tactics, money under the mattress
My shooter got four bodies on a dirty gun, calls it his lucky ratchet
And he'll let you have it
I'm like a crossing guard directing traffic
UPS delivering the package, G-O-D nigga, no cappin'
C-O-D be the transaction
M-O-B nigga, fuck rapping, Pirate
I'll probably never love this rap shit more than these cash transactions
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
Touched my first half a mil and I fell in love
Thinking 'bout where I was at before I met the plug
I'll probably never love this rap shit more than this trap shit
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
How niggas hate me? I'm the wrong one to be jealous of
A nigga thought that this was that but it was never love
Bo Jack
I'll probably never love this rap shit more than these cash transactions
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
Touched my first half a mil and I fell in love
Thinking 'bout where I was at before I met the plug
I'll probably never love this rap shit more than this trap shit
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
How niggas hate me? I'm the wrong one to be jealous of
A nigga thought that this was that but it was never love
You ever seen a nigga down kept his head high?
Niggas riding past laughing as they sped by
Felt like the whole world turned they back on him
'Til he built his line back up and bust the trap open
Strap poking out his jeans, he in stack motion
Granny was three months clean now she back smoking
Mixing the coke with the reggo, she love the 51
Bags dope in the ghetto where he get it from
A year later in the hood directing big traffic
Gotta keep the big thirty-two shot clip ratchet
Zipped up in his jacket, case he gotta fire a nigga up
Niggas know he quiet but he cut
And now he back sneaky rich on some Meechy shit
Found the ancient family recipe in the ingredients
Involved in everything involving his immediates
Taming the dog when that bitch was disobedient
I'll probably never love this rap shit more than these cash transactions
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
Touched my first half a mil and I fell in love
Thinking 'bout where I was at before I met the plug
I'll probably never love this rap shit more than this trap shit
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
How niggas hate me? I'm the wrong one to be jealous of
A nigga thought that this was that but it was never love
You ever seen a thug up while niggas hating on him?
Buck fifty in the Gucci bag, the plug waiting on him
I'm wanted by the Feds, a few state charges pending
Still I drop off work to my dogs in boulevard of Linden
We in these streets, yo fuck the industry and what is trending
I'm in that kitchen chefin' coke up in a Gucci apron
We was all Gs like Gucci until he gave a statement
38 snub nose is how they close them cases
Six shots to his face is how they close the casket
Military tactics, money under the mattress
My shooter got four bodies on a dirty gun, calls it his lucky ratchet
And he'll let you have it
I'm like a crossing guard directing traffic
UPS delivering the package, G-O-D nigga, no cappin'
C-O-D be the transaction
M-O-B nigga, fuck rapping, Pirate
I'll probably never love this rap shit more than these cash transactions
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
Touched my first half a mil and I fell in love
Thinking 'bout where I was at before I met the plug
I'll probably never love this rap shit more than this trap shit
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
How niggas hate me? I'm the wrong one to be jealous of
A nigga thought that this was that but it was never love
