Got Ca$h -Mikey Majesty

Chorus:

With my red bottoms (bottoms)

And my Gucci bag (Gucci)

We don’t got problems,

We just got cash (got cash) (x3)

We don’t got problems (nope!)

We just got cash

(X2)

Verse 1:
I’m boutta catch a plane to LA (LA).

I don’t fuck with thot bitches cuz they lame (gross).

I do it for the money and the fame (oh fuck yeah).

You bitches sending shots but you don’t got no fucking aim.

If you ever hear my name, don’t you say that shit in vain.

I ain’t going back to lames, but I’ll visit home someday.

Just so I could show you bitches that I really made it big, and you can try to back paddle all the times you hated (yup!).

Chorus:

With my red bottoms (bottoms)

And my Gucci bag (Gucci)

We don’t got problems,

We just got cash (got cash) (x3)

We don’t got problems (nope!)

We just got cash

Verse 2:

I can’t stand no fake bitches, and they can’t stand me

You know I ain’t about beef, but what the fuck do these hoes think? (Huh)

I’m only getting higher, what the fucks it like down there? (Hi!)

You silly little bitches really really think I care? (Psych!)

I’m spreading like HIV in the downtown of Miami (yea)

You can catch me at the bank, I make deposits on a daily

And I don’t really give a fuck about what you think, I just washed my face and four hundred bucks went down the sink! (Yup)

Chorus:

With my red bottoms (bottoms)

And my Gucci bag (Gucci)

We don’t got problems,

We just got cash (got cash) (x3)

We don’t got problems (nope!)

We just got cash

Got Ca$h -Mikey Majesty