Lil Boy Cash
Helluva made this beat, baby
Ain't no time for these niggas, I got to fuck up this cash
I got the Stiiizy with the Birkin, got me showin' my ass
How many copy when I whippin'? It's a digital dash
You know a bitch got money, you got lil' boy cash
Lil' boy cash, lil' boy cash
Fuck up out my face with that lil' boy cash
This big body bitch got these lil' boys mad
Man, the bag runnin' from me, you ain't chasin' no bag
You 'on't own shit, why you ridin' in his car?
Get yo' own whip, these niggas flexin' for these bitches
That's some hoe shit
I ain't a stripper but I'm crazy wit' the pole tricks
I got some niggas that'll wipe a nigga nose quick
Don't play with me
I got that chopper on the side, I keep that K with me
And I don't need a house, who wants a hunnid K with me?
I came with who, bitch? You know them niggas came with me
See, I'm a boss bitch, like through boss bitch shit
Rich bitch, you can't fuck up on this rich bitch clit
VVS diamonds on my neck that's got a boss bitch lit
Can't fuck with lil' niggas when you on that boss bitch shit
Lil' boy cash, lil' boy cash
Fuck up out my face with that lil' boy cash
This big body bitch got these lil' boys mad
Man, the bag runnin' from me, you ain't chasin' no bag
Lil' boy cash, lil' boy cash
Fuck up out my face with that lil' boy cash
This big body bitch got these lil' boys mad
Man, the bag runnin' from me, you ain't chasin' no bag
Lil' ass chain, lil' ass whip
You a lil' boy with a lil' ass dick
I ain't got the time to argue with no lil' ass kid
(I got smoke for you, you and that lil' ass bitch)
Stunna, go stunner when I pull up with that .05 (peek-a-boo!)
These niggas cappin' everything they say's a lie (fraud)
I brought that whistle and my niggas gon' slide
(Niggas on the porch but they claim they outside, wow)
I'm pullin' up with Seb, jumpin' hoes like Double Dutch
I'm a Stunna Girl, bitch, all I do is run it up
All I love is money, get that bag just to fuck it up
I'm a first place bitch, all you niggas is a runner-up
Lil' boy cash, lil' boy cash
Fuck out my face with that lil' boy cash
This big body bitch got these lil' boys mad
Man, the bag runnin' from me, you ain't chasin' no bag
Lil' boy cash, lil' boy cash
Fuck up out my face with that lil' boy cash
This big body bitch got these lil' boys mad
Man, the bag runnin' from me, you ain't chasin' no bag
Ain't no time for these niggas, I got to fuck up this cash
I got the Stiiizy with the Birkin, got me showin' my ass
How many copy when I whippin'? It's a digital dash
You know a bitch got money, you got lil' boy cash
Lil' boy cash, lil' boy cash
Fuck up out my face with that lil' boy cash
This big body bitch got these lil' boys mad
Man, the bag runnin' from me, you ain't chasin' no bag
You 'on't own shit, why you ridin' in his car?
Get yo' own whip, these niggas flexin' for these bitches
That's some hoe shit
I ain't a stripper but I'm crazy wit' the pole tricks
I got some niggas that'll wipe a nigga nose quick
Don't play with me
I got that chopper on the side, I keep that K with me
And I don't need a house, who wants a hunnid K with me?
I came with who, bitch? You know them niggas came with me
See, I'm a boss bitch, like through boss bitch shit
Rich bitch, you can't fuck up on this rich bitch clit
VVS diamonds on my neck that's got a boss bitch lit
Can't fuck with lil' niggas when you on that boss bitch shit
Lil' boy cash, lil' boy cash
Fuck up out my face with that lil' boy cash
This big body bitch got these lil' boys mad
Man, the bag runnin' from me, you ain't chasin' no bag
Lil' boy cash, lil' boy cash
Fuck up out my face with that lil' boy cash
This big body bitch got these lil' boys mad
Man, the bag runnin' from me, you ain't chasin' no bag
Lil' ass chain, lil' ass whip
You a lil' boy with a lil' ass dick
I ain't got the time to argue with no lil' ass kid
(I got smoke for you, you and that lil' ass bitch)
Stunna, go stunner when I pull up with that .05 (peek-a-boo!)
These niggas cappin' everything they say's a lie (fraud)
I brought that whistle and my niggas gon' slide
(Niggas on the porch but they claim they outside, wow)
I'm pullin' up with Seb, jumpin' hoes like Double Dutch
I'm a Stunna Girl, bitch, all I do is run it up
All I love is money, get that bag just to fuck it up
I'm a first place bitch, all you niggas is a runner-up
Lil' boy cash, lil' boy cash
Fuck out my face with that lil' boy cash
This big body bitch got these lil' boys mad
Man, the bag runnin' from me, you ain't chasin' no bag
Lil' boy cash, lil' boy cash
Fuck up out my face with that lil' boy cash
This big body bitch got these lil' boys mad
Man, the bag runnin' from me, you ain't chasin' no bag
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Writer(s): Martin Mccurtis, Derrick Carrington Gray, Suzanne Brown
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