They count me out till I pop out again We don't break bread then don't call me your mans
Oh that's your bop, I want her and her friend
Don't got no opps, I just want that chicken
C-A-S-H, C-A-S-H,
C-A-S-H, C-A-S-H
I been around,
I done seen a few things
Shout out my gang,
We done won a few rings
That's in the past,
Now we on to new things
I don't touch cash,
I go through the mood swings
If I fall down, I get back up
Tell me how you feel when you stacks up
Door Dash, I just wanna run this bag up
Oh you mad cause you bitch is tryna act up
They count me out till I pop out again We don't break bread then don't call me your mans
Oh that's your bop,
I want her and her friend
Don't got no opps, I just want that chicken
SC-A-S-H, C-A-S-H,
C-A-S-H, C-A-S-H
Hate it or love it,
You don't gotta like me
I don't say much,
I just do it like Nike
Remember them days,
I trapped in a plain White Tee
Like, hey there Delilah,
One day I'll be icy
All of these bars, they gon' have to indict me
Spicy lil shorty, she wet and she feisty
I beat it up like she tryna fight me
She get on top, she gon' ride like she bikin
They count me out till I pop out again We don't break bread then don't call me your mans
Oh that's your bop, I want her and a friend
Don't got no opps, I just want that chicken
C-A-S-H, C-A-S-H,
C-A-S-H, C-A-S-H