Gas Money - Yung Gravy

Countin' up that cash money, fast money, all up in yo ass money

I whip a Tesla, still got gas money

I ain’t a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me

You could get your face smacked if you act funny

Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money

I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money

Racked up, I’m the young Johnny Cash, money

Make gas, motherfucker, that’s gas money (Ayy, woo, ayy)

I think I’m Jack-in-the-Box 'cause I stay up in them buns

And your ex got that box, rated E for everyone

Ooh, damn girl, that’s nasty

I hit the spin move when she tried to harass me

Tryna live but I’m dodgin' these thots

To the right and the left, like I’m playin' Hopscotch

And I’m countin' my bread up, nonstop

Gas money, fuck a stopwatch, shit don’t ever stop

Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test

Y’all racists, stay lovin' incest (Fuckin' pussies)

Drive-by, get sprayed with the Windex

'Cause y’all nasty, boofin' them cigarettes (Woo, ayy)

And it’s Gravy, eternally talkin' my shit

Your girl eternally jockin' my dick

And I could die today (Ayy, ayy)

But my gang’ll stay eternally paid (Ooh, yeah)

They’ll be countin' up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money

I whip a Tesla, still got gas money

I ain’t a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me

You could get your face smacked if you act funny

Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money

I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money

Racked up, I’m the young Johnny Cash, money

Make gas, motherfucker, that’s gas money

I hit the pick-six straight into the endzone (Yeah, yeah)

Make your bitch flip, now you in the friendzone (Friendzone)

Backshots, then she let me drive the Benz home

Hit Atlanta and I’m sellin' out the Benz dome (Ayy, ayy)

That’s a quickie bag, cop a Jag', Gucci backpack

I’ma flip it fast in the cash like it’s Blackjack

I’m the Sammy Davis Jr. Jr. from the Rat Pack

Gravy fuck your bitch and disappear like I’m a Snapchat

That’s that gas money

Bitch, I deserve a plaque, money, mm

Daddy flapjacks, how I stack money, ayy

Countin' up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money

I whip a Tesla, still got gas money

I ain’t a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me

You could get your face smacked if you act funny

Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money

I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money

Racked up, I’m the young Johnny Cash, money

Make gas, motherfucker, that’s gas money