Cash on Cash
[Verse]
I spit than nasty,  donny imus
JL sick, kill em all, coronavirus
Thought told you little boys don't fuck with the god
The man sicker than sars, my burner leaving em charred

I'm out, riding,  fat boy limited edition
Eyes blood red, but the blunt steady cripping
Blue dream haze cooking crack out the kitchen
Don't sell drugs, birds free range, organic chicken

Known to cop kombucha outta whole foods
And take money tips in omaha with some old dudes
Day trading, front running, boy that was old news
My free cash flow bottom line is just old school

I own real businesses, real dividends, real comp, real benefits
Real intricate, real gains, and real spinach it's
Cash on cash no smoke and no mirror tricks

But why the call you adam new money, when these new money boys  is just too funny
I don't why but it's something that they do for me, the way they allocate I don’t think they knew money
Garapollo gang, I was mining that gold money
But when the lights it's nothing to show for me

It's Red Kingdom, I slang, Mahomes on a post route
Kelce on a go route, Tyrann on a no route

I'm sorry there's just something you should know bout
Jetsweep30 is a king on his own route
Making moves, chris moneymaker at the poker table
Legendary story, aesop couldn't write my fable

Yeah bro let's cut that right there
Get that, jay electronica where you at