Letra de Cash Shit - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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 diamonds

Black and yellow, Optimus Prime

Me don't do no nine-to-five

Birkin yellow, Birkin lime

You ain't gotta tell her, 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'll 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 the truth, 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 had to go look for some baby food

Rotate three-sixty

Lace up, too trippy

Woah

Fine, all of my hoes diamonds

Black and yellow, Optimus Prime

Me don't do no nine-to-five

Birkin yellow, Birkin lime

You ain't gotta tell her, 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

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