Ca$hday Freestyle

Look who pulled up in a charger
Backwood I'm sparking
Upon my departure
I grew up without a father
Don't do no arguing
Ain't with the duckin and dodging
My money keep getting larger
So imma target
Yo lil shit need some enlargement
Gucci sweater, Mr. Rodgers
Paid like a doctor
These niggas shop at the market
These niggas fake and they flodging
Fendi runners on when I'm jogging
Diamonds on me and my partners
All the fellas got rocks, John Carter
My nigga just caught a few charges
Now I gotta go a lil harder
And I'm choppin shit, like barbers
And I'm drippin sauce, like tarter

And now these lil bitches keep lookin
They sick of these rookies
They lovin the way that I drip
Whoaa, I po' me a four
Then stick out my pinky to show off my ring when I sip
All this water on me, think it's gettin too deep
I needa go buy me a ship
She said she wanted a kid, I told her you tripping
And then I put one on her lip
Told that lil bit that I'm straight
Then put her outta my place
It ain't no cuffin

Lil bitch, I woulda been fuckin with police if that was the case
Shoe with no lace
Ballin so hard broke my ankle
I think I might need me a brace
I'm in a race
Tryna go run up this paper
They cannot keep up with my pace
Bitch I'm the shit, yuh
I look like a lick, yuh
If you try to hit, yuh
I bet you gone miss, yuh
I got em thinkin I'm gettin old
Cuz I walk around with a stick whoaa
I spent a check on my kicks whoaa

Got em like where did you get those
I walk around with a hitta
Yo nigga pussy boy where did you get him?
I must be numb cuz I cannot feel em
Fuck around ape his ass like a gorilla
Ice on my neck and its givin me shivers
In the villa overlookin a river
Middle of winter im rockin chinchilla
Baby nine on me and bitch imma sitter
But umm, ring the alarm
This shit I'm smokin a bomb
Louie V down at the prom
Louie V all over moms
You know the biz, my nig
Lil nigga, but they call me big, ya dig
Designer bag holdin my cig, ya dig
Run up on me pull the trig, ya dig
Aye yo lil bitch she a hooker
Don't fuck wit them so I can't say I took her
Brick on my wrist like a just did a cook up
Better come with that batch in when you book us
Cartier frames like I got the hook up
Bitch when you talkin to me better look up
I can tell I got these lil niggas shook up
I'm somewhere smokin dope with my foot up
Rockin rose gold like a penny
Told my niggas we'll be on in a minute
Told my bitch I'll be home in a minute
Give her good pipe

Make ha moan when im in it
God forgive me I know I been sinning
Look at my image they know I been spending
Don't look too hard cuz I might get offended
Its been a month since I been in the city
I put some ice on my throat
I put some ice on my hoe
Run up on me nigga know
I got that stick in a tote
Then niggas said I was broke
I took that shit as a joke
You a lil sheep im the goat
So dont get put on a coat
These niggas thought I was done
Dont pass the baton
We already won
We do not correspond
Don't forward them guys I feel like a nun
I bet not settle for crumbs
I want me a M because thats where I'm from

That shit you doin I done
I'm bored its makin yawn
So I skate off in a international car
Why he ridin with the doors ajar?
Remember when I couldn't afford a car
Now these niggas can't afford a bar from me
These niggas copy me
Sick of the mockery
Bitch do not talk to me
Bitch get up off of me
If you ain't with me then nigga stay far from me
You should come work for me
You'll learn a lot from me
Fuck up a check on my cash day
Live every day like my last day
Won't let me in through the front door
Fuck it im takin the back way
I woke up feelin tremendous
My bank account lookin splendid
This ain't a act or a gimmick
So if I said it I meant it for real
Fuck up a check on my cash day
Live every day like my last day
Won't let me in through the front door
Fuck it im takin the back way
I woke up feelin tremendous
My bank account lookin splendid
This ain't a act or a gimmick
So if I said it I meant it for real



Credits
Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Co Cash
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