Recorded: 1/29/23
Re-Mixed: 3/11/2024
Produced By: Acculbed

eryxse - hardy boyz (prod. Acculbed)

invasion (prod. cyfal x imtoofuego)

[LYRICS]
I want cash
Go and put it in the bag
Rolling down the windows
Do a hit and do the dash

We go fast we go fast
I'll go first and you go last
Blue bands on these dollars
I'm in the whip and I might crash, like

I want the thrill
I'm making it for the pape'
You want fame, but failing
We different, let's get that straight

You be flaking you fake
If shit be giving I'll take
Yeah we could talk about the numbers
'Bout the money I make,

I want cash
Go and put it in the bag
Rolling down the windows
Do a hit and do the dash

We go fast we go fast
I'll go first and you go last
Blue bands on these dollars
I'm in the whip and I might crash, like

I want the thrill
I'm making it for the pape'
You want fame, but failing
We different, let's get that straight

You be flaking you fake
If shit be giving I'll take
Yeah we could talk about the numbers
'Bout the money I make,

Ayy, cruising down the block
These tires they looking clean
Leaving with yo bitch
We moving up out the scene

Ayy, she be goin' dummy
Yo shorty be off a bean
Said we pop too many perkies
Don't even think I can see

Double vision make me crazy
I'm all up hallucinating
She let me sign her tits
She wanna go be my lady, uh

Boutta black out
Memory erasing
The Molly inside my vodka
Go faster like why you hating

I be up in cloud 9
Got hundreds up in my whip
Gotta let the gang eat
They riding until we lit

Why you hating on my songs
You thinking I give a shit
I be basking in my money
She wanna go take a flick

But I be way too interposed
To give a fuck 'bout a bitch
Too much on my plate
Now I'm eating, I'm hella rich

And we got here with gang
Yeah they supported the vis
Said go and get another plate
Yo bitch she blowing a kiss

I want cash
Go and put it in the bag
Rolling down the windows
Do a hit and do the dash

We go fast we go fast
I'll go first and you go last
Blue bands on these dollars
I'm in the whip and I might crash, like

I want the thrill
I'm making it for the pape'
You want fame, but failing
We different, let's get that straight

You be flaking you fake
If shit be giving I'll take
Yeah we could talk about the numbers
'Bout the money I make,

I want cash
Go and put it in the bag
Rolling down the windows
Do a hit and do the dash

We go fast we go fast
I'll go first and you go last
Blue bands on these dollars
I'm in the whip and I might crash, like

I want the thrill
I'm making it for the pape'
You want fame, but failing
We different, let's get that straight

You be flaking you fake
If shit be giving I'll take
Yeah we could talk about the numbers
'Bout the money I make,

cash [prod. qrystral]

lyrics

your eyes say it all
despite from your flaws
i can’t blame us
don’t want no missed calls
when i fuck up
you prove me i’m wrong
when you fuck up
i tend to more broads

no strings here
so quick to rip fabrics
take my time
don’t want you that damaged
love don’t miss a soul
nd we have it
maybe we scared its some we could manage

you fien attention
babe so do i
when im not around
you out wit that guy
when you not around
im out wit some wife
attached, we don’t fight
a flic we might like

the moon look full
i guess it’s our turn
been a few weeks
i guess we won’t learn
trust no soul
but act like we’ve earned
a piece of our lives
till someone get hurt

but that’s not part of us and our story
when we not around the rest
we feel glory
like it’s meant to be with no worry
both met damaged
that’s a fucked story

i can understand both sides like a theater
is this what shakespeare meant in act 1
is this what love looks like when its done
cause one wrong move may end all this fun

MY FAVORITE LIAR

MAN IN THE MIRROR

backwoods b rollin
bitch i’m back outside 
i got 3 missed calls 
but i don’t plan to reply 
i’m bout money, champagne, no thots 
i’m fine 
i need a real bad bitch 
who can match my style 

i took a step back to aim 
touchdown im scoring 
i don’t care bout your music 
bro u lightweight boring 
everybody tapping in 
but i done seen this shit coming
if u ain’t gang there’s a fee 
bro i’m not your friend
and that’s it 

my crib bout 10k a month 
i’m to the neck wit my kid 
cause i don’t trust these sluts 
i done turnt a bitch out 
cause my light that big 
if she don’t fuck wit cutty vibez 
it’s cause her bestfriend did 

i like my garments from japan 
and my kicks Italian 
they love to talk big game 
but we can tell when they lying 
look everytime i step out 
i gotta pop new tags
i put my son in off white 
if we gone talk bout bags

when i open my doors to the whip they go up 
this a different lifestyle from the one that i came from 
i done lost so many ppl on the way to success 
if u don’t want it like me then i just wish u the best 

i ain’t slowing down for no one 
let’s get back to the plot 
i wanna touch base in france 
just to see how they talk 
im from the bay 
i break necks by the way that i walk 
so i when drop this game 
it gone feel abroad 

to a bitch im a vape 
how u think she a addicted 
all i need is one round 
she can tell i’m bout bidness 
im a goth bitch curse 
cause them spells not hittin
and when u move like a god 
they can’t touch your vision 

i don’t carry no fear 
that’s how they dim your power 
ohh you got wit my ex 
well my new bitch louder 
all she do is smoke za 
and yours still on powder 
i wouldn’t want her anyways
they way i sharpen my isam 

i’m from the ave 
we don’t bang 
we just bout these chips 
but if u trynna crash out 
u gone meet this stick
i put your birthday onna shirt
your fam gon feel so sick 
but whatchu think this shit was 
trynna come off slick 

backyard squabbles whatchu know bout those
i swear they never outside 
like clothes they fold 
look ima keep this shit p 
bitch i’m in my zone 
nd ima 5 star pimp 
bitch watch your tone 

i’m saying fuck one hunnid 
cause bitch i’m a million 
trynna figure out what it take to hit a billion 
never been a nerd 
type to bully a civilian 
im chillin wit 2 white hoes from your village

anchar up bitch 
if u ain’t trynna rich 
i’m lit 
u kno i need forgies on the whip 
i’m too sick 
flow like the flu 
i make it look better 
she only hit me 
cause i make her wetter

CANT TALK TEXT ME

lyrics 

said she wanna get close to me 
yeah 
well let’s see how that goes
when the huzz pull up through the night 
can u stay near 
and make it drop it low 
she a model on the side 
taking flics for the gram 
you know how that shit go
nowadays i get caught up in the moment 
but around you i wanna go slow 

said she wanna get close to a real one
saucy when i step 
we put these lames at distance 
moncler demon get bands 
there’s a difference 
i like the huzz 
they wanna see thru my lenses 
i’m a dirty dick bastard 
ddb 

trynna fuck on new hoes everyday of the week
hella steez
lil bitch trynna be like me 
i put my whores in off white 
if they bout they cheese 
im good lookin rapper 

like wassup 
it’s up 
issa party full of mudd and drugs 
she off a line rollin runtz 
more blunts 
no panties to the side 
what’s love?

i put my heart on my sleeve 
can u ride till the morning 
bad bitchs love me 
yeah the yams b potent
she from kuwait 
had her ass imported 
wanna bring a friend
that’s cool i support it

CLOSE TO ME

It's a new day, bitch I'm tryna make some money
You can see me in the valley, countin' up these hunneds
I took my bitch out of America to see she love me
They can't replicate my sound, I see em try, it's funny
Bitches on me, bitches on me, bitches on me, now
I can't take my phone off silent when I'm walkin' round
Only hoe that I respect, the one that hold me down
My girl say I'm her favourite, she show me with her mouth

In Newcastle, born and bred, I'll never leave the cold
Used to dream bout California til I got my dough
I found myself, in my city, copped myself a home
I'm bout to settle down, make hits until my neck is gold
I said one day I'd be too rich, the work I put in showing
The empire in the making still but cash be flowing
I left my job in a Camaro, shit sound like a boeing
This pretty boy swag reason Dame Margera glowing
This city boy flow reason Dame Margera paid
I still say Ion know when they ask how I ain't got fame
I pull up on em, swing a left right they gon' catch a fade
I killed the narcissist inside me had to end my pain

It's a new day, bitch I'm tryna make some money
You can see me in the valley, countin' up these hunneds
I took my bitch out of America to see she love me
They can't replicate my sound, I see em try, it's funny
Bitches on me, bitches on me, bitches on me, now
I can't take my phone off silent when I'm walkin' round
Only hoe that I respect, the one that hold me down
My girl say I'm her favourite, she show me with her mouth
It's a new day, bitch I'm tryna make some money
You can see me in the valley, countin' up these hunneds
I took my bitch out of America to see she love me
They can't replicate my sound, I see em try, it's funny
Bitches on me, bitches on me, bitches on me, now
I can't take my phone off silent when I'm walkin' round
Only hoe that I respect, the one that hold me down
My girl say I'm her favourite, she show me with her mouth

NEW DAY (prod. qrystral)

Money Man

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MAN IN THE MIRROR

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