Cash Cow
I wanna see some money baby cash out
And you know it turn me on when that stash out
Baby keep them diamonds on blow my back out
All this money I got on me I'm a cash cow
I wanna see some money baby cash out
And you know it turn me on when that stash out
Baby keep them diamonds on blow my back out
All this money I got on me I'm a cash cow
Bitch ima Barbie so you know he spend that cash on me
Slimm bitch but he like this little ass on me
Text him pull up on me and you know he do the Dash for me
Niggas thinking I fuck wit em you a crash dummy
Donuts in the parking lot
Hate a bitch that talk a lot
Bitches claim they run the city
Ima have to take they spot
In the kitchen whipping pots
Thinking of another plot
I'm just tryna get rich
Ima give it all I got
He said he tryna put me in the game
Cause he see ima winner he ain't fuckin with you lames
I told that nigga eat me he can't freak me we are not the same
And I need me some fendi or some Prada this is not a game
I get it popping
Bitches can't top me
That's why they plotting on how they could stop me
This shit ain't easy
Life wasn't peachy
I had to pray and ask god to please teach me
Now that I glod up
Bitches wan be me
And they niggas all on my line tryna eat me
He say like the way that I smell & I look
POP this pussy like a perc know I probably got him shook
I wanna see some money baby cash out
And you know it turn me on when that stash out
Baby keep them diamonds on blow my back out
All this money I got on me I'm a cash cow
And you know it turn me on when that stash out
Baby keep them diamonds on blow my back out
All this money I got on me I'm a cash cow
I wanna see some money baby cash out
And you know it turn me on when that stash out
Baby keep them diamonds on blow my back out
All this money I got on me I'm a cash cow
Bitch ima Barbie so you know he spend that cash on me
Slimm bitch but he like this little ass on me
Text him pull up on me and you know he do the Dash for me
Niggas thinking I fuck wit em you a crash dummy
Donuts in the parking lot
Hate a bitch that talk a lot
Bitches claim they run the city
Ima have to take they spot
In the kitchen whipping pots
Thinking of another plot
I'm just tryna get rich
Ima give it all I got
He said he tryna put me in the game
Cause he see ima winner he ain't fuckin with you lames
I told that nigga eat me he can't freak me we are not the same
And I need me some fendi or some Prada this is not a game
I get it popping
Bitches can't top me
That's why they plotting on how they could stop me
This shit ain't easy
Life wasn't peachy
I had to pray and ask god to please teach me
Now that I glod up
Bitches wan be me
And they niggas all on my line tryna eat me
He say like the way that I smell & I look
POP this pussy like a perc know I probably got him shook
I wanna see some money baby cash out
And you know it turn me on when that stash out
Baby keep them diamonds on blow my back out
All this money I got on me I'm a cash cow
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Writer(s): Sade Rolle
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