Cash App

[Intro]
What's your Cash App
What's your Cash App
Bitch, what's your Cash App
Don't be trippin' off a Cash App
Bitch, what's your Cash App
All that paper, what's your cash app
Lil' Dee
Uh

[Chorus]
They like damn (What the fuck)
How you do that?
They tellin' me to chill with the tool, I say, "Screw that"
But put the guns down I beat a nigga blue, black
I been had a check, no IG
But you knew that (Yeah you motherfuckin' knew)
Uh, 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

[Verse 1]
Okay
Racks in my jeans I got racks in my backpack
Told that bitch to leave
She ain't nothin' but a nat nat
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 (Skrr)
I just got into it with my dog but we past that
I be in the lab going hard, I'm a lab rat
She a whole snack, face cute and her ass fat

[Verse 2]
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 goin'
I won't make you famous I won't diss you in no song
I'm rollin', pistol totin', window pokin'
Smokin', got me tokin', 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 damn (What the fuck)
How you do that?
They tellin' me to chill with the tool, I say, "Screw that"
But put the gun down I beat a nigga blue, black
I been had a check, no IG
But you knew that (Yeah you motherfuckin' knew)
Uh, hell yeah, bitch you knew
I took the condom off, 'cause I'm fuckin' 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 fuck for every, yeah
Could fuck the [Busy?]
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 type of nigga I don't know what to do with 'em
I keep it on me
Ridin' in the space, cool, mobbin' by my lonely
Parkas on, overweight you niggas gettin' boney
Parkas on, he ran the plates, they need a shine to clone me
Uh-uh, you niggas can't clone this
Just spent 20k on five dior outfits
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 that Philly, you in traffic
Might just in blitz, John Madden[?]
[Kill?], whole clip, no flaggin'
My nigga took the hit, then the wagon

[Chorus]
They like damn (What the fuck)
How you do that?
They tellin' me to chill with the tool, I say, "Screw that"
But put the gun down I beat a nigga blue, black
I been had a check, no IG
But you knew that (Yeah you motherfuckin' knew)
Uh, 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