Cho - Family Man Lyrics

Wake up want them bands, I ain't friendly nigga, I can't shake your hand
Got a bad bitch, put her in a trance
I ain't friendly nigga, I can't shake your hand
Ain't no conversation, let's its bout them racks in

Quiet nigga, don't do much talking, really bout some action
Why you think that little bitch milking you, you easy access
You the type to buy a wig and ain't even smash yet
I'm the type to f*ck her, paint her face and give her back

She already know what time I'm on, can't get her feelings attached
She like Casamigos, taking shots, shaking ass
I like hunting cash and really c h o, a family man
They know I drop that hot shit, like who else drop the pan

I'm too lit, like how the f*ck they heard my music in Japan
I'm too slippery, bih gone try me like a duck, forgot she was a fan
Wake up in the morning, know I got a plan
Bro nem doing magic, selling chickens, he don't got no food stamps

They say they know the old me, but Cash hunt a new man
O man, they could put you in the game, they don't mean you playing
He like flexing on the gram, he don't know them boys been plotting
They be watching, waiting on him to drop the ball

So they can finally stop him, but they don't know
He stay with that heat, like he ball for them
He be going hard, cause scoring his only option
Anyways, I can't be like none of these niggas

I'm the opposite, everyday, I'ma hunt this cash
Tryna see who gon' stop me, I got all type of flavors
But I'm f*cked up by that chocolate
I can't kick it with no nice bitch, I want my little bitch toxic

Honestly, who gon' top this
Say they want that new cho, wait till I drop this
I got a hot hand, feel like I can't miss
Nigga, feel like I can't miss

Ain't no conversation, unless its bout them racks
Quiet nigga, don't do much talking, really bout some action
Why you think that little bitch milking you, you easy access
You the type to buy a wig and ain't even smash it

I'm the type to f*ck her, paint her face and give her back
And she already know what time I'm on, can't get her feelings
She like Casamigos, taking shots, shaking ass
I like hunting cash, and really c h o a family man

Woah, woah, woah, Cashhunt