(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
That bitch said that I'm the man
Finna watch me on demand
Niggas actin like my fan
Get off my dick go chase a band
That's your bitch? don't give a damn
I stay cookin in the lab bitch I don't need no pot and pan
And she said she like
Cash Cars N Clothes
Shit I'm gon stay in my bag
Bitch I don't need no hoes
She hate the way I act and she hate it when I post
I ain't gon lie that's sad but I guess that's how it go (damn)
Like f*ck it
(Yeah)
I can make you wet (make you wet)
I be givin her good dick that make her throw the set (that's on the set)
Niggas talkin on the gang like nigga bet
Take that boy for ransom we gon make him meet the tec' (gon meet the tec)
(Yeah)
I got a (yeah)
I got a bad lil hoe she beggin to f*ck she givin me neck
Lowkey f*ck them hoes cause shit-
Shit my gang gon run the scene Dj Khaled we the best (we the best)
Like Dj Khaled we the best
And she gon f*ck me cause I'm next
Kept poppin pills just for the stress
Hope I don't OD off this pain
Mama told me "boy you gon be sum keep yo head straight"
But I'm still f*cked up about my ex might skrrt on interstate
She say
She like Cash Cars Clothes I got all of that
(Yeah)
We got gats sticks blicks we got all of that
Run up in his pockets
Lil boy better give me all of that
Before this hallow tip come hit you promise you not comin back
Shoutout to my niggas that was stickin to that code
Can't forget when niggas left me in that dark and in that code
Now they see I'm straight
They see I ain't fold
And she said she like
Cash Cars N Clothes
Shit I'm gon stay in my bag
Bitch I don't need no hoes
She hate the way I act and she hate it when I post
I ain't gon lie that's sad but I guess that's how it go
Like f*ck it
(Bitch)
kxzia - Cash Cars N Clothes (feat. Groovi) Lyrics
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(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
That bitch said that I'm the man
Finna watch me on demand
Niggas actin like my fan
Get off my dick go chase a band
That's your bitch? don't give a damn
I stay cookin in the lab bitch I don't need no pot and pan
And she said she like
Cash Cars N Clothes
Shit I'm gon stay in my bag
Bitch I don't need no hoes
She hate the way I act and she hate it when I post
I ain't gon lie that's sad but I guess that's how it go (damn)
Like f*ck it
(Yeah)
I can make you wet (make you wet)
I be givin her good dick that make her throw the set (that's on the set)
Niggas talkin on the gang like nigga bet
Take that boy for ransom we gon make him meet the tec' (gon meet the tec)
(Yeah)
I got a (yeah)
I got a bad lil hoe she beggin to f*ck she givin me neck
Lowkey f*ck them hoes cause shit-
Shit my gang gon run the scene Dj Khaled we the best (we the best)
Like Dj Khaled we the best
And she gon f*ck me cause I'm next
Kept poppin pills just for the stress
Hope I don't OD off this pain
Mama told me "boy you gon be sum keep yo head straight"
But I'm still f*cked up about my ex might skrrt on interstate
She say
She like Cash Cars Clothes I got all of that
(Yeah)
We got gats sticks blicks we got all of that
Run up in his pockets
Lil boy better give me all of that
Before this hallow tip come hit you promise you not comin back
Shoutout to my niggas that was stickin to that code
Can't forget when niggas left me in that dark and in that code
Now they see I'm straight
They see I ain't fold
And she said she like
Cash Cars N Clothes
Shit I'm gon stay in my bag
Bitch I don't need no hoes
She hate the way I act and she hate it when I post
I ain't gon lie that's sad but I guess that's how it go
Like f*ck it
(Bitch)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
That bitch said that I'm the man
Finna watch me on demand
Niggas actin like my fan
Get off my dick go chase a band
That's your bitch? don't give a damn
I stay cookin in the lab bitch I don't need no pot and pan
And she said she like
Cash Cars N Clothes
Shit I'm gon stay in my bag
Bitch I don't need no hoes
She hate the way I act and she hate it when I post
I ain't gon lie that's sad but I guess that's how it go (damn)
Like f*ck it
(Yeah)
I can make you wet (make you wet)
I be givin her good dick that make her throw the set (that's on the set)
Niggas talkin on the gang like nigga bet
Take that boy for ransom we gon make him meet the tec' (gon meet the tec)
(Yeah)
I got a (yeah)
I got a bad lil hoe she beggin to f*ck she givin me neck
Lowkey f*ck them hoes cause shit-
Shit my gang gon run the scene Dj Khaled we the best (we the best)
Like Dj Khaled we the best
And she gon f*ck me cause I'm next
Kept poppin pills just for the stress
Hope I don't OD off this pain
Mama told me "boy you gon be sum keep yo head straight"
But I'm still f*cked up about my ex might skrrt on interstate
She say
She like Cash Cars Clothes I got all of that
(Yeah)
We got gats sticks blicks we got all of that
Run up in his pockets
Lil boy better give me all of that
Before this hallow tip come hit you promise you not comin back
Shoutout to my niggas that was stickin to that code
Can't forget when niggas left me in that dark and in that code
Now they see I'm straight
They see I ain't fold
And she said she like
Cash Cars N Clothes
Shit I'm gon stay in my bag
Bitch I don't need no hoes
She hate the way I act and she hate it when I post
I ain't gon lie that's sad but I guess that's how it go
Like f*ck it
(Bitch)
Writer: Kezia Friday
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid