Gotta Have Cash - Kevin Gates, Lil Phat

You gotta have cash to knock on my door

I make the block hot I bring out the dough

I bring out the yo

I bring out the dro

I make the block hot when I bring out the stove

You gotta have cash to knock on my door

I make the block hot I bring out the dough

I bring out the yo

I bring out the dro

I make the block hot when I bring out the stove

I move in units my city booming while under pressure

Screw being foolish, this opportunity, who you telling

I’m into rappin' and package handlin' for the family

And when I’m trafficking I’m ridin in Toyota Camry’s

Supply to user but I’m the one who supply to mover

Ganging influence, comparing Gates to Larry Hoover

Forced to borrow soap and clothes, wasn’t born rich

Nine scoring fits, foreign whips, and a foreign bitch

Restarted to extortion for Porsche in

Automatic panic, see the weapon that I’m sporting

I risk, feel I’m Mona Lisa, forever straight

Had to get her cousin cause she thicker than the Everglades

A lot of people feel it’s wrong and it’s fucked up

It’s coming to ya front door, what the fuck for?

It ain’t no life in the window, I got the curtain up

Confused, slinging them burgers behind the burger store

You gotta have cash to knock on my door

I make the block hot I bring out the dough

I bring out the yo

I bring out the dro

I make the block hot when I bring out the stove

You gotta have cash to knock on my door

I make the block hot I bring out the dough

I bring out the yo

I bring out the dro

I make the block hot when I bring out the stove

They go that young ass thuggin' ass nigga out the top

I’m the trill fam youngin, you can bet he call shots

I remember on the block

When I was slinging rock

Now I sold them whole things, and open up shop

Had to shut down the spot, cause got hot

Now I’m in the studio, the pen and pad my pot

I can whip it, I can flip it, I can show you what to do

From the street to the booth, I’m the truth

Yea I got what ya' want for a nice price

Keep that heater thing for jackers I’ll put it on ya' life

You don’t grind, you don’t shine, you don’t hustle, you don’t eat

You ain’t no goon, you don’t sling iron, you can’t make it in the street

Yea I’m out here grinding, I love the money

I got all my money, to make em say you dummy

Got it have it right, when ya come to the store

I got Xan bars and X', I got lean and dro

You gotta have cash to knock on my door

I make the block hot I bring out the dough

I bring out the yo

I bring out the dro

I make the block hot when I bring out the stove

You gotta have cash to knock on my door

I make the block hot I bring out the dough

I bring out the yo

I bring out the dro

I make the block hot when I bring out the stove

I like it fast, live lavish, I used to blow money

Then my nigga told me that slow be sho' money

Ima' beat the bock this money come to the door for me

Gotta' sell blow, 'till I blow up get show money

Sick of sitting, got me knowing what a milli do

Willing to break a leg for the figures, or lose a limb or two

I’m about somebody kill us, come get rid of you

I see through your facade and I question is it really you

Line up, fire, why you hiding, what you really shoot

I know some goons and when I send them they triggers whistle

Had me spitting on instrumental to figure the riddle

Find me in the middle, double little my competition

Anyone can get it, I’m with it, it ain’t' no option is it

I feel it’s my turn, you got to let us by

Won’t pop a wheelie in the lead, I’m gonna peddle by

Clutching chrome, touching concrete like a set of tires

You gotta have cash to knock on my door

I make the block hot I bring out the dough

I bring out the yo

I bring out the dro

I make the block hot when I bring out the stove

You gotta have cash to knock on my door

I make the block hot I bring out the dough

I bring out the yo

I bring out the dro

I make the block hot when I bring out the stove