Cash Shit Lyrics

Rotate three-sixty (This is a KTOE beat?)
Lace up, too trippy
Won't wait for Alice in Emerald City
Worship the mother, the father, the city
Alice and Cindy, Emerald City

Fine, all of my hoes dimes
Black and yellow, Optimus Prime
Me don't do no nine-to-five
Birkin yellow, Birkin lime
You ain't got to tell the shorty, know that she a bad bitch
Ride in that Brabus, they know that we havin', we poppin' that cash shit

I'm back in that mode, I'm back on my shit
I'm back on the road, in back of that 'Bach
With a kit on a stick, I'm back on these hoes
Returnin' from dead, tell these niggas let's get it
I don't let nobody drink my lean
I don't let nobody hold my stick
I don't let nobody drive my shit
Already know I pop my shit
Already know I hit me licks
Already know lil' bro my twin
Already know I'm buyin' her SKIMS
Already know that I already know
Already know that I'm holdin' a Gen
Shorty just hit me, she asked what I'm doin' and I told her I'm boolin', I'm on it again (Yeah, slatt)
I got a drum on the .308
I got a burden on top of my heart
I got a drop, I ain't showin' up late
I got his name on a bullet that I done went stuffed in a K (Brr, boom, boom, boom)
I know lil' mama ain't with it, so just stay the fuck out my face
Championship it, the ring (Woah, woah)
I got 'em on point like a beam (Woah, woah)
I got that medical, part of my schedule
Got her on jiggaboo, back of the yellow coupe
Bitch, better tell us if you got a second boo
Tote on that hammer, pull up on the set and shoot
She from Atlanta, she know I got hella loot
Told me she headed to go look for some baby food

Rotate three-sixty
Lace up, too trippy
Woah

Fine, all of my hoes dimes
Black and yellow, Optimus Prime
Me don't do no nine-to-five
Birkin yellow, Birkin lime
You ain't got to tell the shorty, know that she a bad bitch (A bad bitch)
Ride in that Brabus, they know that we havin', we poppin' that cash shit

I'm poppin' that cash shit
Poppin' that cash shit
Poppin' that cash shit
I'm poppin' that cash shit
Baby, I'm a rich nigga
I'm poppin' that cash shit
She poppin' this cash shit
She poppin' that cash shit
She poppin' her shit

Rotate three-sixty
Lace up, too trippy
Won't wait for Alice in Emerald City
Worship the mother, the father, the city
Alice and Cindy, Emerald City