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LightSkinKeisha

Cash Shit

 

Cash Shit


Talk cash shit but I can back it on up
Got them racks on top of racks, bitch, yeah, I stack it on up
Don't hit my line about no drama, I'ma hang it on up
Young rude lil' bitch, nah I don't give a fuck

Pulled up in that big truck
Pretty faces with the big butts
Tried to get my number had no luck
If that's your man then why I got him stuck
No ones only big bucks
You a broke bitch, you can't sit with us
Mean girls, we don't give a fuck
Can't ride with me, you ride the MARTA bus
Straight from Atlanta
I'll take your man in front of you
Do some things
Do some things that you couldn't do
Have the nigga sprung, then give me back to you
Yeah bitch I break all the rules
Have you thinking that I'm so cruel
I don't fuck with you
Now we ain't cool
Lil' rat bitch
I keep the bull'
Lil' nigga you can't handle me
Head game put you straight to sleep
You couldn't last long
Your talk is cheap
Can't play with me, I'm a real freak
Type to do it in the back seat
When he hungry I'm what he like to eat
Fuck him good then I gotta leave
Every time he call, I send him to the beep

Yeah, I talk cash shit but I can back it on up
Got them racks on top of racks
Bitch, yeah, I stack it on up
Don't hit my line about no drama
I'ma hang it on up

Young rude lil' bitch, nah I don't give a fuck
Cash it
Cash it
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Young rude lil' bitch, nah I don't give a fuck
Cash it
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Young rude lil' bitch, nah I don't give a fuck
Cash it
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Clay
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Broke girl asking, "Paper? Plastic?"
He wanna grab it
Natural, no plastic
Far from average
My ass the fattest

Niggas, they love me
From the bleachers they screaming
Love the way I be bouncing
I got these niggas fiending
All these niggas be dreaming
These lil' bitches be scheming
Lil' bitch thought she was winning
Baby stop all that reaching
Hold up bitch let me fix my weave
Every day the nigga calling me
Pussy so good that he stalking me
Ignore these niggas boy, don't talk to me
Red carpet when you walk with me
Time is money, convo cost a fee
Call a Uber when we finished, please
Love a nigga that know when to leave

Yeah, I talk cash shit, but I can back it on up
Got them racks on top of racks
Bitch, yeah, I stack it on up
Don't hit my line about no drama, I'ma hang it on up

Young rude lil' bitch, nah I don't give a fuck
Cash it
Cash it
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Young rude lil' bitch, nah I don't give a fuck
Cash it
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