Cash App

(앨범: Problem Child 2 - 2020)

What's your Cash App
What's your Cash App
Bitch, what's your Cash App
Don't be tripping off a Cash App
Bitch, what's your Cash App
All that paper What's your cash app
Lil' D
Uh

They like damn, what the fuck
How you do that?
They telling me to deal with the tool
I say "Screw that"
But put the guns down I have beat a nigga blue, black
I been there had a tik, no IG
But you knew that
Yeah you motherfucking knew
Hell yeah, bitch you knew
I took the condom off
Cause I'm fucking with you boo
I hate to see you go though I don't really need a crew
I'm ten toes down like the bottom of my shoe

Ok
Racks in my jeans I got racks in my backpack
Told that bitch to leave
She ain't nothing but a knack, knack
I ain't got no pressure with ya baby
I don't have that
Oh, you want some thirty-inch bundles?
What's your cash app
Twelve get behind me
I ain't tripping this a scat pack
I just got into it with my doll but we past that
I be in the lab going hard on my lab rat
She a whole snack, face cute in the ass vat
Damn, why your bitch won't leave me alone
Uh, why she keep on blowing up my phone
Uh, I'm a crop 'em out and get 'em going
I won't make you famous I won't diss you in no song
I'm rolling, pencil toting, window poking
Smoking, got me talking, this important
Hold it, don't let him in the building
I don't know him
Roll him, like a Backwood, I'ma smoke him

They like damn, what the fuck
How you do that?
They telling me to deal with the tool
I say "Screw that"
But put the guns down I have beat a nigga blue, black
I been there had a tik, no IG
But you knew that
Yeah you motherfucking knew
Hell yeah, bitch you knew
I took the condom off
Cause I'm fucking with you boo
I hate to see you go though I don't really need a crew
I'm ten toes down like the bottom of my shoe

I fuck for every yeah
[?]
Type of nigga to fuck her raw and fill her up with plan-B's
Type of nigga to fuck her raw until act like she don't know me
Type of nigga when I'm through with her she do the hommies
I'm the typpe of nigga I don't know what to do with 'em
I keep it on me
Riding in the space, cool, [?] I'm lonely
Parkas on, overweight you niggas getting boney
Parkas on, he ran the plates, they need a shine to clone me
Uh-uh, you niggas can't come in
Just spent 20k camo-fied [?] outfit
We flying PJ booth from the project
I put cheese on your head like Aaron Rodgers
You think I'm in the fashion
I be throwing bullets, Lamar Jackson
Runnin in the Philly, you in traffic
[?]
[?] flagging
My nigga took the hit and the wagon

They like damn, what the fuck
How you do that?
They telling me to deal with the tool
I say "Screw that"
But put the guns down I have beat a nigga blue, black
I been there had a tik, no IG
But you knew that
Yeah you motherfucking knew
Hell yeah, bitch you knew
I took the condom off
Cause I'm fucking with you boo
I hate to see you go though I don't really need a crew
I'm ten toes down like the bottom of my shoe