I Got It 4 Cheap (JTJ remix)by Luck Cashino (Extended 1)

Intro

Ayo, pass that shit, slide it in the brown bag

Detroit hustle, dope boy dreams, yeah

Verse 1

Hit the Ave with a pocket full, I ain't trippin'

Burner in the 'Lo jacket, city lights flickin'

Ounces move quick, servin' fiends by the clinic

Pressure in the trunk, got my palms always itchin'

Benz move slow — baby, I'm in no rush

Paranoid vision, see the boys, I go hush

Cash rules, dirty soul, never gave a damn

Talk tough, get pressed, gettin' high off the grams

Chorus

I got it 4 cheap, plug hit me with the bag

Smoke in my Jeep, all these haters lookin' mad

I got it 4 cheap, yeah, these streets never slack

Stackin' all this dirty money, run it up, make it last

Verse 2

Ashes on the leather, cough syrup coatin' the cup

If you broke, runnin' mouth, boy, that never was us

Play the corner stoop, sippin' out the brown glass

OG's taught me never slip, keep your stash fast

Paper chasin' on the north with the trappiest grins

If the feds want somethin', they ain't catchin' me again

Postin' with my feet up, twistin' up the cloud pack

Money top shelf, all the lames in the back

Chorus

I got it 4 cheap, plug hit me with the bag

Smoke in my Jeep, all these haters lookin' mad

I got it 4 cheap, yeah, these streets never slack

Stackin' all this dirty money, run it up, make it last

Chorus

I got it 4 cheap, plug hit me with the bag

Smoke in my Jeep, all these haters lookin' mad

I got it 4 cheap, yeah, these streets never slack

Stackin' all this dirty money, run it up, make it last

Verse 3: UK Rap Feature

Brixton to Seven Mile, quick flip, loud pack

UK plug, Monte Carlo, duffle in the back

Phones two-tone, slang rollin' with a bruv

Customs on my line, but they ain't findin' nothin', blood

Mates movin' weight, just like I'm back in school

Hustle on the curve, city law, different rules

Bape hoodie, trackies, I supply then vanish

From a council flat now I'm sippin' with the lavish

Chorus

I got it 4 cheap, plug hit me with the bag

Smoke in my Jeep, all these haters lookin' mad

I got it 4 cheap, yeah, these streets never slack

Stackin' all this dirty money, run it up, make it last

Outro: US x UK Duet

Money in the shoebox, stashed by the wall

Raised off the struggle, now we answer no calls

Fiends at the corner, hit the trap, then I’m gone

Slangin’ out in London, run the block till dawn

Motor City heart, got my name on the block

Ten toes down, never dodged from the ops

Fresh off the jet, bring the price if you talk

Mix the ice with the codeine, countin’ paper nonstop

Chorus

I got it 4 cheap, plug hit me with the bag

Smoke in my Jeep, all these haters lookin’ mad

I got it 4 cheap, yeah, these streets never slack

Stackin’ all this dirty money, run it up, make it last