Cash that
(SEGA!)
Listen to my head
What you want?
And there like cash app
Bitches always cappin'
On the line
Why you cappin'
Like where yo fucking cap at?
Bitches wanna cash that
Bitch I got a cash app
And I cannot stand that
(Ay ay)
I cannot be fuck
One thing ties
With yo cap then
Bitches wanna pull up on my block
What you steppin?
(Fu-fu-fuck)
Bitches wanna pull up on my stuff
Poppin' on my bands
I cannot be counting dough
Yeah that bitch
Gonna count my money up
I sit on my money
Yeah that bitch gonna look like 6'3
But I said only like I'm 6'10
And I said how you go so hard?
How you're pockets rollin?
How they get so big for?
I don't know man
Bitch I'm going way to hard nah you cannot be cappin'
(Cap) (Cap)
Why you cappin' on the floor
Then stop it real fast
Like me and lil buggy
Up and we not cappin'
Man I feel like radio
Cause I get my centers out
Bitches come and go
Bitches come and go
B-b-b-b-bitches come and go
Bitches come and g-g-g-g-g-g-go
Really movin' on the cash
Bitch yk I ain't playin'
A lot of cash
Lot of songs
Hoe yk I just be spendin'
R-r-r-r-runnin'
Bitches tryna talk
Tryna steal my cash
Huh
I'm not really moving on my OPPs bitch I'm Mainin'
I be runnin' spending all my cash
Yk I be wilding huh
I be robbing banks
B-b-bitch I'm a g
Tryna pull up on me
I'm a millionaire
I be spendin' all my cash
Everyday of the week
I turn my new bitches
Into hoes with the snap of my fingers
Like I'm fucking Zeus now
(L-l-listen to my head)
(What you want?)
(And there like cash app)
(Bitches always cappin')
(On the line)
(Why you cappin')
(Like where yo fucking cap at?)
(Bitches wanna cash that)
(Bitch I got a cash app)
(And I cannot stand that)
(Ay ay)
(I cannot be fuck)
(One thing ties)
(With yo cap then)
(Bitches wanna pull up on my block)
(What you steppin?)
(Fu-fu-fuck)
(Bitches wanna pull up on my stuff)
(Poppin' on my bands)
(I cannot be counting dough)
(Yeah that bitch)
(Gonna count my money up)
(I sit on my money)
(Yeah that bitch gonna look like 6'3)
(But I said only like I'm 6'10)
(And I said how you go so hard?)
(How you're pockets rollin?)
(How they get so big for?)
(I don't know man)
(Bitch I'm going way to hard nah you cannot be cappin')
(Cap) (Cap)
(Why you cappin' on the floor)
(Then stop it real fast)
(Like me and lil buggy)
(Up and we not cappin')
(Man I feel like radio)
(Cause I get my centers out)
Listen to my head
What you want?
And there like cash app
Bitches always cappin'
On the line
Why you cappin'
Like where yo fucking cap at?
Bitches wanna cash that
Bitch I got a cash app
And I cannot stand that
(Ay ay)
I cannot be fuck
One thing ties
With yo cap then
Bitches wanna pull up on my block
What you steppin?
(Fu-fu-fuck)
Bitches wanna pull up on my stuff
Poppin' on my bands
I cannot be counting dough
Yeah that bitch
Gonna count my money up
I sit on my money
Yeah that bitch gonna look like 6'3
But I said only like I'm 6'10
And I said how you go so hard?
How you're pockets rollin?
How they get so big for?
I don't know man
Bitch I'm going way to hard nah you cannot be cappin'
(Cap) (Cap)
Why you cappin' on the floor
Then stop it real fast
Like me and lil buggy
Up and we not cappin'
Man I feel like radio
Cause I get my centers out
Bitches come and go
Bitches come and go
B-b-b-b-bitches come and go
Bitches come and g-g-g-g-g-g-go
Really movin' on the cash
Bitch yk I ain't playin'
A lot of cash
Lot of songs
Hoe yk I just be spendin'
R-r-r-r-runnin'
Bitches tryna talk
Tryna steal my cash
Huh
I'm not really moving on my OPPs bitch I'm Mainin'
I be runnin' spending all my cash
Yk I be wilding huh
I be robbing banks
B-b-bitch I'm a g
Tryna pull up on me
I'm a millionaire
I be spendin' all my cash
Everyday of the week
I turn my new bitches
Into hoes with the snap of my fingers
Like I'm fucking Zeus now
(L-l-listen to my head)
(What you want?)
(And there like cash app)
(Bitches always cappin')
(On the line)
(Why you cappin')
(Like where yo fucking cap at?)
(Bitches wanna cash that)
(Bitch I got a cash app)
(And I cannot stand that)
(Ay ay)
(I cannot be fuck)
(One thing ties)
(With yo cap then)
(Bitches wanna pull up on my block)
(What you steppin?)
(Fu-fu-fuck)
(Bitches wanna pull up on my stuff)
(Poppin' on my bands)
(I cannot be counting dough)
(Yeah that bitch)
(Gonna count my money up)
(I sit on my money)
(Yeah that bitch gonna look like 6'3)
(But I said only like I'm 6'10)
(And I said how you go so hard?)
(How you're pockets rollin?)
(How they get so big for?)
(I don't know man)
(Bitch I'm going way to hard nah you cannot be cappin')
(Cap) (Cap)
(Why you cappin' on the floor)
(Then stop it real fast)
(Like me and lil buggy)
(Up and we not cappin')
(Man I feel like radio)
(Cause I get my centers out)
Credits
Writer(s): Cash That Shit, Rab 1slitz Lol, Simply The Andrew, Sirus Leigh Dearmore
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