Ka chin*

Intro

(Ahem) yeah yeah

Let's get this shit crackin' (brrt)

Chorus

Ka-ching ka-ching ayy that's the sound of the racks

Swallow two pills dry no water no chaser

Blacked-out windows on the Trackhawk the wraith move

Brokest lil' bodies can't even pay for a booth (who?)

Hoe know the hues call it cold blue from the vault

Every blue band counted till my fingers done cramp

Ka-ching ka-ching ayy that's the sound the whole track

I'm 'boutta make this money disappear like a fact

Verse

Geeked off the yellow pill got my pupils all wide

Plaster stacks inside the drywall where the law can't divide

Bareback in the hallway she screamin' my given name

Fuck her on the marble floor then I'm gone like a flame

Ion sleep when the sun rise I'm still locked in the dark

Whole crib black like a tomb sheet snakes in the yard

Wiretap vibes got me talkin' in circles to the wall

My own shadow jumpin' at the step in the hall

Burn the rubber in the empty lot till the tires look like smoke

Throw the dirty pair of sneaks out I'm done wit' the joke

Racks in the vents and the outlets and the fake floorboards

Wake up wit' a glock on the nightstand and my heart bored

Ain't got no mercy for a broke soul on my time

I'ma spin the block like a quarter with no dime

She suck the venom out my veins call it medicine

Drippin' mud in the morning till the evening won't dim (ack)

Paranoia peekin' through the blinds at every car

The police got a hard-on for a youngin' movin' far

Lane split the traffic like a needle through the thread

Six-lane highway I'ma make the whole road red

I'ma stack it to the rafters till the ceiling lose its mind

Every whisper in the building got my trigger finger twined

Krank the bass till the neighbors gon' file a complaint

I don't trust a single soul not even the one I taint

Dollar signs drippin' off my wrist like a summer sweat

Count it up count it down count it over and yet

Them weak hoes postin' pics while I'm puttin' work in the dark

Fuck the fame I want the green I want the whole homeowner's park

Ion do no talkin' less the M's make the motion

Savage to the grave wit' a smile and a potion (brrt)

Chorus

Ka-ching ka-ching ayy that's the sound of the racks

Swallow two pills dry no water no chaser

Blacked-out windows on the Trackhawk the wraith move

Brokest lil' bodies can't even pay for a booth (who?)

Hoe know the hues call it cold blue from the vault

Every blue band counted till my fingers done cramp

Ka-ching ka-ching ayy that's the sound the whole track

I'm 'boutta make this money disappear like a fact

Outro

(Throat rattle) haaah

(cut)