letra de cash app - dee watkins
[intro]
what’s your cash app
what’s your cash app
b-tch, what’s your cash app
don’t be trippin’ off a cash app
b-tch, what’s your cash app
all that paper what’s your cash app
lil’ d
uh
[chorus]
they like d-mn, what the f-ck
how you do that?
they tellin’ me to deal with the tool
i say “screw that”
but put the guns down i have beat a n-gga blue, black
i been there had a tik, no ig
but you knew that
yeah you motherf-ckin’ knew
h-ll yeah, b-tch you knew
i took the condom off
cause i’m f-cking 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
[verse 1]
ok
racks in my jeans i got racks in my backpack
told that b-tch to leave
she ain’t nothin’ 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 trippin’ 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 [?] face cute in the ass vat
d-mn, why your b-tch won’t leave me alone
uh, why she keep on blowing up my phone
uh, i’m a crop ’em out and get ’em goin’
i won’t make you famous i won’t diss you in no song
i’m rolling, pencil totin’, window pokin’
smokin’, got me talkin’, 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
[chorus]
they like d-mn, what the f-ck
how you do that?
they tellin’ me to deal with the tool
i say “screw that”
but put the guns down i have beat a n-gga blue, black
i been there had a tik, no ig
but you knew that
yeah you motherf-ckin’ knew
h-ll yeah, b-tch you knew
i took the condom off
cause i’m f-cking 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
[verse 2]
i f-ck for every yeah
[?]
type of n-gga to f-ck her raw and fill her up with plan-b’s
type of n-gga to f-ck her raw until act like she don’t know me
type of n-gga when i’m through with her she do the hommies
i’m the typpe of n-gga i don’t know what to do with ’em
i keep it on me
ridin’ in the sp-ce, cool, [?] i’m lonely
parkas on, overweight you n-ggas gettin’ boney
parkas on, he ran the plates, they need a shine to clone me
uh-uh, you n-ggas can’t come in
just spent 20k camo-fied [?] outfit
we flyin’ pj booth from the project
i put cheese on your head like aaron rodgers
you think i’m in the fashion
i be throwin’ bullets, lamar jackson
runnin in the philly, you in traffic
[?]
[?] flaggin’
my n-gga took the hit and the wagon
[chorus]
they like d-mn, what the f-ck
how you do that?
they tellin’ me to deal with the tool
i say “screw that”
but put the guns down i have beat a n-gga blue, black
i been there had a tik, no ig
but you knew that
yeah you motherf-ckin’ knew
h-ll yeah, b-tch you knew
i took the condom off
cause i’m f-cking 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
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