Cash App Lyrics

[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' D
Uh

[Chorus]
They like damn, 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 nigga blue, black
I been there had a tik, no IG
But you knew that
Yeah you motherf*ckin' knew
Hell yeah, bitch 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 bitch 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 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 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 damn, 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 nigga blue, black
I been there had a tik, no IG
But you knew that
Yeah you motherf*ckin' knew
Hell yeah, bitch 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 nigga to f*ck her raw and fill her up with plan-B's
Type of nigga to f*ck 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
Ridin' in the space, cool, [?] I'm 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 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 nigga took the hit and the wagon

[Chorus]
They like damn, 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 nigga blue, black
I been there had a tik, no IG
But you knew that
Yeah you motherf*ckin' knew
Hell yeah, bitch 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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