Clement Clement – ​​Cash Bitches

LYRICS

Yo, what the fuck man?
Klemen’s in the motherfucking house, listen up!
Listen up y’all, madafaka, what’s good man?
Yeah, whole Trnow, whole Ljubljana, what’s up?
This song’s for all them cash bitches out there.
Them girls who think life’s just stacks and bling, ha!
Money’s their lifeline, they can’t see past it, man.
It’s all they know, it’s all they crave, yo, let’s go!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
I’m up in the club, yeah, and I ain’t stressin,
I look to my left, saw a chick grinnin’,
So I stepped up, feelin’ that hot blood spinnin’.
But as soon as I reached her, she started to ask,
“Buy me a drink? I’m thirsty, fast!”
Bitch, are you dumb? Get outta my face,
Go wipe your sweat, stop actin’ a disgrace.
You little bitch, I quickly shout,
Turned from the bar, I’m out, goodbye.
I can’t stand chicks who beg for my cash,
Don’t care if your daddy’s gonna kick my ass.
Yo, whatever; the DJ drops the rap,
So I hit the floor, dancin’ like a crab.
Movin’ my hands, walkin’ up and down,
Yo, you won’t believe what went down now.
I bumped into this chick, we met just like that,
Later on, we had a lil’ chat.
We moved upstairs, grabbed a couch,
Ordered some drinks, just chillin’ out.
Cool, she paid for her own, I thought she was legit,
Maybe this girl was actually my style.
But then half an hour later, she hit me with the line,
“What car you drivin’? A BMW or a Passat?”
Fuck! Then she was seein’ birdies,
Man, I can’t stand them cash bitches!

Man, I can’t stand them cash bitches!
All they want’s golden wrists, like snitches.
I can’t stand them cash bitches!
They only care ‘bout the bling and riches, yeah!

SSF madafaka, yeah! Yo, cash bitches, I got somethin’ for you!
“What you got for us?” – A machine gun, too!
Haha, I’d shoot you down, all of you clowns,
But why waste ammo on this dumb-ass crowd?
Yo, remember that time I borrowed a bike,
Motoguzi 1100, damn, what a ride!
240 kilometers, the clock hittin’ the dash,
Speedin’ through Trnow, man, I had a blast.
Erni ridin’ with me, my bro on the seat,
The cops can suck his ass, no retreat.
Yeah, it was Saturday, rollin’ to the spot,
DC3 Dakota, it was burnin’ hot.
We parked the bikes, feelin’ alive,
Then four bitches showed up, yeah, they arrived.
We knew what was up, they wanted the gold,
But we weren’t playin’ their story, that’s old.
They asked the time, all sweet and sly,
But their foreheads read, “chickenheads, bye.”
Yo, get lost, you make me yawn!
Every time I see you, sleep comes on strong.
Erni smashed one with a hammer, no joke,
And I saw Fetič pissing another, that bloke!
We grabbed our bikes, engines roarin’ loud,
Zoomed out fast, left them in the crowd.
Man, you see what these bitches do for cash?
Actin’ all tough when they see a stash.
Not all girls, man, just the ones in my sight,
The ones that make me sick, man, them cash bitches!

Man, I can’t stand them cash bitches!
All they want’s golden wrists, like snitches.
I can’t stand them cash bitches!
They only care ‘bout the bling and riches.

Damn im too early, tole je masterpiece 2.0😂