Cash App

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I done fell on hard times I might not make it
 I've hit rock bottom dog I can't even fake it
 Only option to borrow
 Can't drown in my sorrow and get white boy wasted
 Not enough to waste it
 Revenge is sweet but I'm numb I can't taste it
 Funds on the run and I can't even chase it
 Trying to do well with too far to go
 My Bank of America is bombing with no terrorist
 No surprise if I end up in somebody court
 The way I'm dodging bill collectors like it was for sport
 Put it all on credit knowing that I can't afford
 To pay it back quickly
 I'm sure they're probably sick of me
 My wife has taste
 If I could I'd buy her Tiffany's
 Instead I got her covering our meal and the tip for me
 If it got bad enough I know she'd hit a lick with me
 I got to change something or I'm sure that we'll be history
 So here I'm coming humble as I've ever been
 Dollar from dead broke and hear you got the medicine
 You can save my life using nothing but an app
 And I promise that I'll pay you right back
 Can you hit me on my cash app
 Can I borrow fifty dollars I promise to give it right back
 I got a check on the way
 Can you hit me on my cash app
 I've fallen on hard times but promise to get it right back
 Soon as I get paid
 So All you care about is a dollar bill
 That's how you feel
 Some butterfly doors in between your spinning wheels
 A thousand ones you can throw at clubs for the thrills
 While people like me are struggling to pay our bills
 Oh you got some drug money you can actually blow
 You don't want it to save you just want it show
 Are you actually a slave if all of your chains glow
 Thats something to consider dog but I don't know
 I ain't had it like that in a while
 Maybe never
 Can't make it rain barely got clothes for the weather
 But that rain is coming s.w.v
 Owe interest on my debt so it's double the fee
 Voicemail full of bill collectors coming for me
 Money talks I don't even got a reason to speak
 So my phone stays on silent
 Pumping gas counting all the mileage
 Shit
 There's gotta be a life for me better than this
 Like a crib with a dog and a white picket fence
 The homies told me start making investments
 But I don't got the dollars
 So it don't make sense
 So here I'm coming to you humble as I've ever been
 Dollar from dead broke and know you got the medicine
 You can save my life using nothing but an app
 And I promise that I'll pay you right back
 Can you hit me on my cash app
 Can I borrow fifty dollars I promise to give it right back
 I got a check on the way
 Can you hit me on my cash app
 I've fallen on hard times but promise to get it right back
 Soon as I get paid
 

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Duration
03:10
Key
4
Tempo
89 BPM

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