Cash Diet Lyrics – Money Man

Read the full Cash Diet lyrics by Money Man and Baby Money along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
(Reece, take em’ to church)

[Verse 1: Money Man]
Fu*king with the schemers, draining out accounts
He ain’t tryna scam ’round his b!tch, get up out the house
He ain’t tryna trap ’round his b!tch, get up out the spot
I just caught my plug out of Oregon, he just sent a lot
We the ones who having all the flav’, we supply the crops
Claiming that he wrapped up in his b!tch, but he really not
I got partners all in the 6, I’m tryna get ’em out
I got b!tches all in the 6, I’m tryna pimp ’em out

Too many strains, n!gga get confused, I gotta sort it out
It’s on the plane, finna hit the A, I gotta sport it out
Credit union, major banks, credit card fill up the safe
It’s gon’ hit at 3 a.m, be patient, dog, you gotta wait
Secret service hit one of my spots, but I had got a way
All that dirty money, damn, what car should I go cop today?
Bvlgari, Omega, Lanvin, Bottega
B!tches, we just rotate ’em
Where my next location?

[Bridge: Money Man]
Trick on you? No, baby
Shooters on go, baby
B!tch, I’m balling every day
He just do it on occasion
Just ’cause he’s a broke baby
Why this b!tch look so vibing?
Your b!tch look so tired
My shrooms get me wired
Money multiplying
Four Seasons steak and broccoli, damn, this s*it fire
Fifty on the tire, I see it and I buy it
N!ggas ain’t get no money, damn, they on the cash diet

[Verse 2: Baby Money]

Why these n!ggas acting like they rich? I don’t know
I ain’t had one as a kid, so I put Louis on my coat
I put Louis on my hoes, we do Cubans, not no ropes
When you really having cheese, you know you gotta do the most
Catch us leaving out of Fifth, it ain’t even leave a dent
Call in and make disputes, so you get everything you spent
Check the last transaction, they like, “Everything was sent”
I’m high, I’m working the crib, if I’m paying b!tches rent
I can pop out John Mayer, I can pop out Rose Gold
I can pop out all white, this s*it cold, blow your nose
We stand on business, if I say this s*it on sight, blow your pole
Bro ride ’round with Drake every day, he OVO
You ain’t never sold the whole crop at once, slow your roll
Out here hustling for nothing, you don’t even know your goal
Bro been in and out of state, he been eating off the pros
Navy Fed for a hundred, but I got back sixty-four