Cash Rules Anger Fuels

Cash Rules Anger Fuels Yo, I'm stackin' paper, livin' like a king, Money in my grip, watch the cash just bling. Fuck the haters talkin’, they just mad, they broke, Got a gang of niggas, we don't play, we choke. Flexin' on the block, like I’m born to shine, Makin' moves in the night, always on my grind. Anger in my chest, like a loaded gun, Aim it at the fakes, watch me come undone. Ballin' like a boss, yeah, I’m on the rise, Runnin' through the city, got that fire in my eyes. Bitches wanna roll, but I’m chasin’ that green, Ain’t no time for love, only cash in the scene. Thuggin’ every day, that’s the life I choose, Money talks loud, I refuse to lose. Hustle hard, my nigga, never backin' down, If you step to me, you might lose that crown. Street lights flashin’, yeah, we movin' slick, Ridin' with my gang, makin' hits, real quick. Anger turns to power, let it fuel the game, In this concrete jungle, we don’t play, just aim. Clashin’ with the fake, fuck the lies, I’m true, New York in my veins, feel that city brew. From the corners to the throne, yeah, I’m takin' mine, Cash rules everything, while I sip on that wine. So watch how I flex, got my team in place, Anger in my rhymes, you can feel the bass. Money comin' fast, like a lyrical train, In this life of struggle, only the strong remain.