H.F.B. Lyrics - Chase N. Cashe

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All the bitches wanna…
You know the bitches never
That’s the bitches wanna…

Money on my mind so you know that I
2 4 7 36 5 that grind,
Going hard is the way I go about my life,
Rolling hard is the way I go about my night.
You say, I’m chain smoking in wave coast in my game hold it,
That thing told it, my game loaded, I ain’t joking.
I’m too fly and too high, you can’t see me,
One of a kind, I’m so divine, you can’t beat me.
Out of my mind, out of my time, I’m so spacey,
My rap style got cinemax, I’m so ravy.
On lane like it’s your beat, but no Jay-Z,
Niggers in Paris stealing my swag, it’s so crazy.
Bitches in love with my flare, that’s why they follow,
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Looking like the money, my nigger, see how they pile up.
More than in the system, they’re all ready to pile up,
Too many to pick and chose, I got to count ‘em like
One nigger, two niggers, three niggers,
Four niggers, five niggers, six niggers,
Seven niggers, eight niggers, nine niggers,
With the crazy load is coming home.

All the bitches wanna…
You know the bitches never…
That’s the bitches wanna…
Because all the bitches wanna…
Yeah, all the bitches wanna.

I got heney in my cup, killer in my blunt,
Soon as I finish with it put it all back up.
It take more than a million dollars just to feel like us,
And to many niggers out, keep it real like us.
I got that gold on me, that eagle is cold on me,
My friends going all in the streets so hoe’s on me.
Money first, bitches last, both coming and going,
I treat my money how she treat me, I get it and blow it.
I’m G5, no great hail, but stay bright in.
High boy, you’re fine, boy, you’re great paling.
My wings spread when I think of it and I take higher,
Our first class and our body passes, expire.
The third time is the charm, I’m about to kill off,
Racing to the top of the charts, I’m about to fell off,
You ain’t fair chose, my nigger, go take a shit out,
I’m looking for some gold as bitches so I can get on.

One nigger, two niggers, three niggers,
Four niggers, five niggers, six niggers,
Seven niggers, eight niggers, nine niggers,
With the crazy load is coming home.

All the bitches wanna…
You know the bitches never…
That’s the bitches wanna…
Because all the bitches wanna…
Yeah, all the bitches wanna.

One nigger, two niggers, three niggers,
Four niggers, five niggers, six niggers,
Seven niggers, eight niggers, nine niggers,
With the crazy load is coming home.






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