Released on July 17, 2015

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[Intro: Johnny Ca$h]

Aye, aye, you know my game man (cha Ching)

M G M, I ain't talkin' about the casino, Money Gang (cha Ching)


[Verse 1: Johnny Ca$h]

Aye, aye, you claim to be a gangsta and ain't shot once

And my desert eagle long as a shotgun

Buck buck shots spread, right though you hot heads

Hop in my charger, Daytona or harder, f*** it

It ain't a starter job, born to be wild

B****** n***** and even Feds zonin' me now

Cuz I'm bigger than I used to be, and don't nobody want me rich

Even your closest kin blood and your homie snitched

B**** n***** get dead, and thirty in the d*** spread it

And hit the MIA, I'm gettin' big breaded

Clear outta sight s*** I clear out tonight

Last thing they seen was flames and the steam out the pipes

To that O seven five fifty, b****** wanna ride with me

Then hit me up 'round ten b**** it's nine fifty

Dolla sign H young cash fast gunna

I never could see me goin' unda


[Chorus: Johnny Ca$h, Remy R.E.D]

Na Na Now if I take yo b**** don't get mad

Get you another one, then roll another blunt

Yes there's plenty mo, we get plenty dough

And outta town b****** love us you already know

And if I take yo b**** don't get mad

Get you another one, then roll another blunt

Yes there's plenty mo, we get plenty dough

And outta town b****** love us you already know


[Verse 2: Remy R.E.D]

You claim to be a baller but you ain't rich

In and outta lanes doing thangs takin' plane trips

Furl face hang on my chain, that's who I bang with

Pretty girls sayin' my name in different language

I live the type of lifestyle suckaz die for

Fam, money, power, respect that's what I ride foe

Thirty in the stash spot, forty on my side though

Pad lock, trap spot, keys to the condo

High as hell, back of the club, keep my mind lit

New J's huggin' my feet, I'm on some fly s***

Hang outta foreign wips, ninety on the dashboard

Haters mad we collect stamps on our passport

Dro City hustla Remy bottle young fifth

Been the same only thang's changed is my fit

Life's a b**** she mine now, top down

Ski mask on you ain't with it get shot down


[Chorus: Johnny Ca$h, Remy R.E.D]

Na Na Now if I take yo b**** don't get mad

Get you another one, then roll another blunt

Yes there's plenty mo, we get plenty dough

And outta town b****** love us you already know

And if I take yo b**** don't get mad

Get you another one, then roll another blunt

Yes there's plenty mo, we get plenty dough

And outta town b****** love us you already know