Key Glock – “Ambition For Cash” [Audio, Lyrics]

Key Glock unveils a new Tay Keith-produced song titled “Ambition For Cash”. Stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Key Glock Ambition For Cash

One of Memphis’ hungriest rappers, Key Glock is officially back, kicking off the rollout for his upcoming studio album Yellow Tape 2 with the release of his new single “Ambition For Cash.”

The original Yellow Tape project was released last year, peaking at #1 on Billboard’s Independent Albums chart. Released via Paper Route Empire, Key Glock looks to recreate that success, and possibly top it, with the sequel.

“Ambition For Cash” is the latest single from the Young Dolph affiliate. Glock slides over a Tay Keith-produced beat, which leans heavily on a crispy flute sample. Glock rhymes about how he never stops working, flexing his ambition to always continue growing, accumulating wealth to take care of his family for decades to come.

Key Glock – Ambition For Cash (prod. Tay Keith)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdUryRgD674

Lyrics

[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah, yeah, Glizock

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m in my bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, bitch, I just made a bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, bitch I just made a bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag yeah, bag a big bag

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, nigga I got a real real addiction for this cash (Yeah, nigga)
I got a real ambition for this cash (Yeah)
Thirteen years old, where to shoot, pow, stash
I’m always up to somethin’, never sitting on my ass

[Verse]
Nigga, this glizzock got my skinnys saggin’
Nigga, I tote that Glizock with a passion (Pow)
Nigga, I tote that Glizock with a passion (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I tuck a whole lotta shit ’cause I can bag it
Bitch my heart cold (Yeah), my last name Moncler
My pockets fat swole, no, I don’t eat pears
And trappin’ ain’t dead (What?), these niggas just queers
I’m sippin’ color purple syrup, ballin’ hard just like the beard, (Swoosh)
Yeah and Larry Bird, I’m shootin’ shit, I know you heard
Ten toes never in no hurry nigga I call shots you heard
Money talkin’ what’s the word (Brrt, huh, what’s up?)
Ayy, I pray but don’t go to church
Don’t ask me to steer the verse
Can’t trust no ho that’s devil work
Yeah, I know the devil work (I know)
And I know that nobody is perfect
Still can’t trust a bitch, we servin’
For real though

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m in my bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, bitch, I just made a bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, bitch I just made a bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag yeah, bag a big bag

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, nigga I got a real real addiction for this cash (Yeah, nigga)
I got a real ambition for this cash (Yeah)
Thirteen years old, where to shoot, pow, stash
I’m always up to somethin’, never sitting on my ass
Yeah, nigga I got a real real addiction for this cash (Yeah)
I got a real ambition for this cash (Yeah)
Thirteen years old, where to shoot, pow, stash
I’m always up to somethin’, never sitting on my ass