Video Cash To Burn de Tyler The Creator 2024 Rap Lyrics

Tyler The Creator - Cash To Burn Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Look, white boys sittin' on the drives, they think they own me
Watchin' auctions like it’s Sotheby’s, nah, nigga
This nigga actin’ like he guardin’ roman treasures
All them files stacked, but what’s that really measure?

August talkin' summer heat, but we don’t really feel it (Nah)
Actin' like he got the rarest, but that shit is not appealin'
I moonwalk past them niggas, yeah, I'm feelin’ like I’m MJ (He-hee)
Talk behind my back, but in public, they feelin' tense

Yeah, Pac thinkin' he the plug for my best work (Work)
Holdin' onto demos like they keys to the earth (Nah)
But those niggas movin' like they got my soul in a vault
Y’all can leak all you want, it’s still my shit by default

[Verse 2: Ant Clemons]
Everything's all Gucci when we up in Gucci
I just made a (Grghgh) and I called it Chewie
The B-I-G contour, no, this shit ain't juicy
But I just hit the fade when I'm feelin' Boosie

Been had these dreams since I was yay-high
Pull up-up in the Benz and let the bass ride
I was doin' this shit before you was outside
Everythin' is good here on our side
Everythin' is good here on our side
Now you know we off the handle (Skrrt), off the handle
Just to make an example for niggas that want hit me
But won't hit me for a sample

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Feel like De Niro on Casino
Where they got the sun up for the C-note (C-note)
Rings and cash for you to burn

Know I'm shining when you growin' on the ice
The kind of stuff you earn
What you expect? Me and the girl, she was blowin' on the dice

Run the game, thirty game for the-
Rings and cash for you to burn
The kind of stuff you earn

[Verse 4: Styles P]
40 acres and a mule, somebody's a fool
20 brothers with Bugattis, could've went and bought a school
Yeah, we like jewels, diamond, reefers and booze
Got cash for my boo, she can buy some new boobs

Life is a heffa, I order travel to Mecca
In the Tesla that can fly while I visit my ancestors
Something I can buy, that can help out the Chi'
Stop the gun shots, I would sell my soul to the sky
Ride to the heaven with Teddy, Riley and Guy

Jim in the chariot, pain, I had to carry it
You ain't pray yet but you're still wearing your Lazarus
Cash for you to burn, but I swear to you, it's hazardous

[Verse 5: Tyler, The Creator & Kanye West]

(Tyler)
Yo, the horse think he ridin’, but the farm been sold, bro
Sittin’ on tracks like he’s worth more than gold, though
Jaws got sharks, but I been swimmin’ with the real ones
I see them niggas in my waters, but they just feed on my breadcrumbs

(Kanye)
You done hacked them drives, actin' like you on top
Think you got the jewels, but my load ain't gonna stop
All them tracks you "own"? Nah, I’m laughin’ at your plans
When we drop official shit, y’all niggas been the fans

(Tyler)
Yeah, August raisin’ heat like summer but that shit fades
When the real shit drop, y’all’ll sit back in the shade
Leechin’ off my work? Nah, you ain’t takin' no pride
You ain't ever on this side, nigga, just enjoy the ride
(Kanye)
Got Pac playin’ plugs, but he ain’t runnin’ shit
Came into T’s drive, but you ain’t built to sit (Nah)
Hold onto them leaks, we gon’ burn 'em all to bits
Once we hit you with the drop, all you doin' is throwin' fits

[Verse 6: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, inflation hit but I’m still pushin’ raw
Cash ain’t worth a thing but I’m stackin’ it all
Niggas got y’all trapped, chasin’ the green
While I’m flyin’ overseas, breakin' outta the scene

Racks on racks, they burn quick, they fallin' apart
System playin' all of us, but I'm movin' smart
Fuck a salary cap, we movin’ mountains
Drip drownin', still floodin' like fountains

[Outro: Kanye West & Tyler, The Creator]

(Kanye)
You can follow some for that cash to burn
Clarity for you to learn, that you will learn (Yeah)
You can always find yourself, always
Tell you to learn, the nights you done learned

(Tyler)
Yeah, they can take my shit, niggas can steal my time
But they can’t touch the crown, nigga, I been in my prime (Prime)
Got them niggas stalkin’ all my drops, but they’ll never earn
Burn all that, baby — cash to burn