Ca$H App
Got rich, too quick, my bitch, too thick
My wrist, a brick, my whip, do tricks
Bitch shakin' ass for tips for tip for tips
Rolex, on wrist on wrist on wrist
Finessin' got me in here feelin' real rich, real rich
I feel like I done made a killin', it's up it's lit
It's up It's lit (wooh) it's up it's lit
I feel like I done made a killin', it's up it's lit
Lil bitch what's your name?
Do you work out or you train?
Are you on IG for the fame?
You gone do a lil sum for the change
Got one hoe from the Ukraine
And the other one came from Spain
Ended up at Flame, she ended up in rain
She with me on Biscayne, I took her out the game
I put her on some game
I bought her ass and thangs (hey, hey!)
Bought her fancy thangs
But she don't need my money shake her ass and make her own
She only need a boss to beat that pussy make her moan
That ass so thick and perfect wish that I could make a clone
Can't tell if that shit plastic or that ass is home grown
Got rich, too quick, my bitch, too thick
My wrist, a brick, my whip, do tricks
Bitch shakin' ass for tips for tip for tips
Rolex, on wrist on wrist on wrist
Finessin' got me in here feelin' real rich real rich
I feel like I done made a killin', it's up, it's lit
It's up, It's lit, it's up, it's lit
I feel like I done made a killin', it's up it's lit
Wooh!
Bitch shakin' ass!
Wooh!
Wooh!
Bitch shakin' ass!
Wooh! Wooh! (For Tips)
My wrist, a brick, my whip, do tricks
Bitch shakin' ass for tips for tip for tips
Rolex, on wrist on wrist on wrist
Finessin' got me in here feelin' real rich, real rich
I feel like I done made a killin', it's up it's lit
It's up It's lit (wooh) it's up it's lit
I feel like I done made a killin', it's up it's lit
Lil bitch what's your name?
Do you work out or you train?
Are you on IG for the fame?
You gone do a lil sum for the change
Got one hoe from the Ukraine
And the other one came from Spain
Ended up at Flame, she ended up in rain
She with me on Biscayne, I took her out the game
I put her on some game
I bought her ass and thangs (hey, hey!)
Bought her fancy thangs
But she don't need my money shake her ass and make her own
She only need a boss to beat that pussy make her moan
That ass so thick and perfect wish that I could make a clone
Can't tell if that shit plastic or that ass is home grown
Got rich, too quick, my bitch, too thick
My wrist, a brick, my whip, do tricks
Bitch shakin' ass for tips for tip for tips
Rolex, on wrist on wrist on wrist
Finessin' got me in here feelin' real rich real rich
I feel like I done made a killin', it's up, it's lit
It's up, It's lit, it's up, it's lit
I feel like I done made a killin', it's up it's lit
Wooh!
Bitch shakin' ass!
Wooh!
Wooh!
Bitch shakin' ass!
Wooh! Wooh! (For Tips)
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Davidson, Sean Stein, Elliston Clarke
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