Misteaks Songtext
von Blanco

Cash when I wake up
I care ′bout that paper (I care 'bout that paper)
Babe, I wanna make up
I don′t wanna break up (I don't wanna break up)

I'm keeping these secrets, I don′t wanna break ya
Your heart on your sleeve, baby
So you hardly get sleep (you hardly get sleep)
I′m all that you need, baby (I'm all that you need)

Come kick it with me (kick it with me)
I got a big crib, baby (got a big crib)
Come stay for a week (stay for a week)
Tell your friend she can come to the party (to the party)
You ain′t gotta leave (ayy, ayy)
We got Dolce & Gabbana on dogs
So my K9s on fleek


Too many misteaks, I feel like my diet changed
Don't want economy, I want a private plane
The flyest, I still got arachnophobia
I put my friends on the diamond chain
Some goat, I′m the kid on the climbing frame, I'm slimy

You wanna be T.I. and Tiny?
All that I do is sublimely
P.E.E., who′s that on my IG?
C63, they don't wanna drive me
Rolex swept, roll deep, I ain't Wiley
She wanna leave me very untimely
I blow up the quickest
They ain′t crowds, that shit is crickets

Left you on delivered, I know how you livin′
You know I got places to be (facts)
GMC on the beach like the president here
Got big bezels on me, my bruddas got plenty
We standing on business, the office can't party like me

Two times two, four, four on fleek
Cullinan here, double R on your queen
Maison Margiela, I know how to steeze
Wait, my archive a hunnid degrees
Might tell my shawty come get it
My pockets are shredded, you know you can get it with me


It′s cash on my mind when I wake up
Ooh-ah
Baby, it's cash on my mind when I wake up

Cash when I wake up
I care ′bout that paper (I care 'bout that paper)
Babe, I wanna make up
I don′t wanna break up (I don't wanna break up)

They say I gave up
Quittin' is not how I came up
I lay my head on her A-cup
I put my shirt on her makeup
My chronic addiction is paper
How can I care ′bout the breakup?
Throwin′ her arse down, pullin' her face up
If it don′t make sense, I'm leaving that cash
And takin′ that pay cut

I'm ballin′, see me in acres
They fallin', see them, it's blatant
What goes up must come down
But he got sent to the sky, that′s straight up

She wanna know what′s on my head, this taper
Morphin', I breathe out fire
I feel like the black Power Ranger
Might see with demons, I don′t know nothin' ′bout Shaitan
Mum sold Mary Kay but never sold Avon

Cash when I wake up
I care 'bout that paper (I care ′bout that paper)
Babe, I wanna make up
I don't wanna break up (I don't wanna break up)

I′m keeping these secrets
I don′t wanna break ya (shh, shh)
Your heart on your sleeve, baby
So you hardly get sleep

Too many misteaks, I feel like my diet changed
Don't want economy, I want a private plane
The flyest, I still got arachnophobia
I put my friends on a diamond chain
Some goat, I′m the kid on the climbing frame, I'm slimy