What Ya Gonna Do With All That Cash

What you gonna do with all that cash,

All that flash sittin’ in your bag?

I’ma flip that, drip that, sip my glass,

Got you twisted off the way I rap.

My style, my style, my style,

My wicked little smile—check it now!

I drive these players crazy, it happens on the daily,

They tryna date me, rate me, shower me with pastries.

Designer tags drippin’, Louis on the zipper,

But I ain’t gotta ask—it just lands like a sticker.

Seven jeans fitted, Truth stitched in the seams,

They fiend ‘cause I’m slicker than the smoke in their dreams.

Talk slick, I parry, heavy with the vocab,

Spittin’ raw verses, and they payin’ like a throwback.

Feature Part (Will.I.am-style contrast, playful):

Met a girl down at the after-show—yo,

She like, “Hey, hey, hey, let’s roll!”

She said, “Keep your chains, your paper, your bluff,

I want the fun, not the stuff, that’s enough.”

Mix your words with my melodies,

Energy, chemistry—remedy—let it be.

Pour it up, vibe thick as cocoa,

Dizzy when we drop like a yo-yo—check it!

Don’t need Prada to feel proper,

Don’t need Gucci to spit hotter,

But if you bringin’ all that flex,

I’ma flip it, cash them checks—ha!

I drive these players crazy, it happens on the daily,

They tryna date me, rate me, shower me with pastries.

Designer tags drippin’, Louis on the zipper,

But I ain’t gotta ask—it just lands like a sticker.

Seven jeans fitted, Truth stitched in the seams,

They fiend ‘cause I’m slicker than the smoke in their dreams.

Talk slick, I parry, heavy with the vocab,

Spittin’ raw verses, and they payin’ like a throwback.

Feature Part (Will.I.am-style contrast, playful):

Met a girl down at the after-show—yo,

She was like, “Hey, hey, hey, let’s roll!”

She said, “Keep your chains, your paper, your bluff,

I want fun, not the stuff, that’s enough.”

Mix your words with my melodies,

Energy, chemistry—is extremely good—for my extremities.

Pour it up, Hennessy vibe thick as cocoa channel in bloom within a fuzzy sweater,

Dizzy when we drop it like it's hot on the floor it's a yo-yo—check it out.

What you gonna do with all that fame,

If the spotlight fades and it ain’t the same?

I’ma spit, keep lit, stay raw, still untamed,

Got you hooked on the style, remember the name!

Jeremy Pay