"Cash Converters" lyrics
(feat. Kasst 8)
Yeah. That's how we roll
She wearing a Rolex
Hollows moving cold
And I'm on that grown flex
I'll bet you that they fold
These niggas made some bold threats
I'm living by that code
Techicolored coat like I'm Joseph
She's in a sexy robe
She's in a sexy robe
I'm gonna get them both
Call me a "dog", I go fetch
I'm gonna get them smoked
I'm gonna get them ghosted
I'm over the west coast
Machine on me looks grotesque
Right now, I'm moving dolo
I'm kinda on my solo
Shit
My Mrs just got FOMO
Booked us a quick lake-Como trip
Life ain't easy. I'm in control though
Lengthy and I can throw that width
Tryna find your way home with todo
I'm not The Wizard Of Oz. I smoked that witch
Back in the days, when I was in PJs
Talking 'bout those MTV days
Back to the time of the trapping relay
Washing up bagging up that freebase
She's tryna get my details
These times, I'm tryna watch that "he say, she say"
Now, I'm on the beach chilling out with shorty
She ordering some fresh ceviche
How could you stoop so low?
How could you do that madness, bro?
Ain't walking. Now, I just float
God'S armour. I got my back exposed
Bare mandem are at my throat
They counted me out. How mads that though?
When I put 'em on to game
And I've given out them access codes
Tell my girl, "Manicure them nails
Go pedicure them toes
Go get some brand-new clothes
'Cause we're going to carbone."
I got a ball of flows here
Standing in martine rose
They couldn't unit ten days
Mandem on Walworth road
Oi. What you saying? Let's turn it up!
Back hands on. Got rid of that worker
It's me that's rowing this boat
No. I can't just sit back and be an observer
Naija boy. I got green and white
I was tryna wrap/rap ye on the low like burna
Punters doing up burglar
Hit that lick and went cash converter
Said, "If you come with the cash, I'll—"
Said, "If you come with the cash, I'll serve ye."
Free bro on smoke like Snoop
Judge gave him a bird, and the case was murder
You can't tell me 'bout my ones
Can't tell me, "Don't take it further."
Pray that broski gets his appeal
'Cause the judge try turn him to a long-termer
Beef was frying. He bun that burger
But don't get shit twisted
Even though that I rap, I'm still tryna trade in towns like New York Knicks did
Still gonna put drinks on big bits
And I still got no love for the piglets
And they know that I come from Toxteth
The way that I rock is a little bit different
And there's no point tryna blend in
'Cause it looks like I play for the Detroit Pistons
But from a kid, I been chasing "the bag"
Man, picked up a box in the alley-Ali like Liston
I been knocking them out like Leon Edwards
Done Usman back, when he kicked him
So-called "gangsters" got turned victim
Now the front of the whip needs fixing
'Cause he had a banging like 'til I ticked him
Then I clipped him. It is what it is now
Staying consistent. Back to the biz now
I was in the system slanging them bits out
Now, I'm on the Mway doing them trips now
And they're on me thinking I'm lit now
But I've been lit from a kid. I'm just big now
Make all the gyaldem still wanna look out
She thinks I'm gone 'cause she saw me with Giggs now
Up in the bits now, moving diligent
Sat in the can even though I was innocent
Bikes and pipes and henny with ice
That's summer-time nights got everyone billing them
All of the bad ones in and out gym again
Maxi dress. See the back just jiggling
Don't know why he try act like say he's a stand-up guy, when he's more Mo Gilligan
But you ain't patterned like that
Some actors niggas ain't savage like that
What's happening? Man are just capping on tracks
Embarrassing. I ain't a fan of their raps
They're following, but I ain't adding them back
First week fresh home. I was bagging up crack
Adapted quick and I patterned up fast
Better watch what you say, when you're chatting with Kasst
Back hands on. Got rid of that worker
It's me that's rowing this boat
No. I can't just sit back and be an observer
Naija boy. I got green and white
I was tryna wrap/rap ye on the low like burna
Punters doing up burglar
Hit that lick and went cash converter
Said, "If you come with the cash, I'll—"
Said, "If you come with the cash, I'll serve ye."
Free bro on smoke like Snoop
Judge gave him a bird, and the case was murder
You can't tell me 'bout my ones
Can't tell me, "Don't take it further."
Pray that broski gets his appeal
'Cause the judge try turn him to a long-termer
Beef was frying. He bun that burger
She wearing a Rolex
Hollows moving cold
And I'm on that grown flex
I'll bet you that they fold
These niggas made some bold threats
I'm living by that code
Techicolored coat like I'm Joseph
She's in a sexy robe
She's in a sexy robe
I'm gonna get them both
Call me a "dog", I go fetch
I'm gonna get them smoked
I'm gonna get them ghosted
I'm over the west coast
Machine on me looks grotesque
Right now, I'm moving dolo
I'm kinda on my solo
Shit
My Mrs just got FOMO
Booked us a quick lake-Como trip
Life ain't easy. I'm in control though
Lengthy and I can throw that width
Tryna find your way home with todo
I'm not The Wizard Of Oz. I smoked that witch
Back in the days, when I was in PJs
Talking 'bout those MTV days
Back to the time of the trapping relay
Washing up bagging up that freebase
She's tryna get my details
These times, I'm tryna watch that "he say, she say"
Now, I'm on the beach chilling out with shorty
She ordering some fresh ceviche
How could you stoop so low?
How could you do that madness, bro?
Ain't walking. Now, I just float
God'S armour. I got my back exposed
Bare mandem are at my throat
They counted me out. How mads that though?
When I put 'em on to game
And I've given out them access codes
Tell my girl, "Manicure them nails
Go pedicure them toes
Go get some brand-new clothes
'Cause we're going to carbone."
I got a ball of flows here
Standing in martine rose
They couldn't unit ten days
Mandem on Walworth road
Oi. What you saying? Let's turn it up!
Back hands on. Got rid of that worker
It's me that's rowing this boat
No. I can't just sit back and be an observer
Naija boy. I got green and white
I was tryna wrap/rap ye on the low like burna
Punters doing up burglar
Hit that lick and went cash converter
Said, "If you come with the cash, I'll—"
Said, "If you come with the cash, I'll serve ye."
Free bro on smoke like Snoop
Judge gave him a bird, and the case was murder
You can't tell me 'bout my ones
Can't tell me, "Don't take it further."
Pray that broski gets his appeal
'Cause the judge try turn him to a long-termer
Beef was frying. He bun that burger
But don't get shit twisted
Even though that I rap, I'm still tryna trade in towns like New York Knicks did
Still gonna put drinks on big bits
And I still got no love for the piglets
And they know that I come from Toxteth
The way that I rock is a little bit different
And there's no point tryna blend in
'Cause it looks like I play for the Detroit Pistons
But from a kid, I been chasing "the bag"
Man, picked up a box in the alley-Ali like Liston
I been knocking them out like Leon Edwards
Done Usman back, when he kicked him
So-called "gangsters" got turned victim
Now the front of the whip needs fixing
'Cause he had a banging like 'til I ticked him
Then I clipped him. It is what it is now
Staying consistent. Back to the biz now
I was in the system slanging them bits out
Now, I'm on the Mway doing them trips now
And they're on me thinking I'm lit now
But I've been lit from a kid. I'm just big now
Make all the gyaldem still wanna look out
She thinks I'm gone 'cause she saw me with Giggs now
Up in the bits now, moving diligent
Sat in the can even though I was innocent
Bikes and pipes and henny with ice
That's summer-time nights got everyone billing them
All of the bad ones in and out gym again
Maxi dress. See the back just jiggling
Don't know why he try act like say he's a stand-up guy, when he's more Mo Gilligan
But you ain't patterned like that
Some actors niggas ain't savage like that
What's happening? Man are just capping on tracks
Embarrassing. I ain't a fan of their raps
They're following, but I ain't adding them back
First week fresh home. I was bagging up crack
Adapted quick and I patterned up fast
Better watch what you say, when you're chatting with Kasst
Back hands on. Got rid of that worker
It's me that's rowing this boat
No. I can't just sit back and be an observer
Naija boy. I got green and white
I was tryna wrap/rap ye on the low like burna
Punters doing up burglar
Hit that lick and went cash converter
Said, "If you come with the cash, I'll—"
Said, "If you come with the cash, I'll serve ye."
Free bro on smoke like Snoop
Judge gave him a bird, and the case was murder
You can't tell me 'bout my ones
Can't tell me, "Don't take it further."
Pray that broski gets his appeal
'Cause the judge try turn him to a long-termer
Beef was frying. He bun that burger
Writer(s): Isaac Oleseye Hill, Jason Thompson
