Young Rick - Borders Lyrics

Yeah Damn Cashin out Money cars borders, I'm stackin up in quarters,
Pockets full of green yeah I'm breakin' down the orders
Flexin' on the block ayy they all call me lord-a,
F*ck the haters talkin' I'm risin' up like mortar

Countin' all these bands, ayy, in my foreign whip,
F*ck the system too , middle finger yeah never trip F*ck keval too damn he a bitch
Crossin' all them border yeah I make 'em f*ckin flip
Cash rules everything ayy on this money trip

Ayy I'm on the grind ain't no time for sleep
Chasin' bags yeah I'm in way too deep no drake
Gotta watch my back ayy when I creep
Money cars borders ayy my secrets I keep

They tryna stop my shine but I'm unstoppable
Money talk yeah it's like a f*ckin' gospel bitch
Ridin' in the fast lane ayy ain't no stoppin' full throttle
Cashin' out ayy on this money car border hustle On this money car borders hustle Damn Damn Damn Damn