Letras
Turn me up, Cashe
Big-ass house nigga, MTV Cribs
Two P's on me, got a pad and a pen
Nigga sore loser, he just mad 'cause I win
Ain't nobody perfect, nigga, take it on a chin
Got a lot of fam, I ain't even got no friends
Litty on the 'Gram, he ain't even got no bands
Been to Costa Rica, now I'm tryna go to France
She put it in my hand and I ain't gotta use my hands
You ain't talkin' blues, I'ma leave your shit on read
You get it? I hope that shit ain't go over your head
Bread in my pants, these not edibles
You ain't hear it straight from the source, it's not credible
Nigga's always speakin' on my name, they bisexuals
Bro tryna funk, he ain't even got no medical
Real businessmen, we don't fuck with unprofessionals
Niggas always fuckin' up the plays, that's a technical
She a animal, eatin' me like a cannibal
We compatible, that was 'til I pulled her out a bowl
Not unstoppable, but goin' broke is irresponsible
That ain't logical, so I doubt it, but it's possible
Niggas pocket watchin', tryna at a nigga funds
Spent another dub, yeah, I do this shit for fun
I've been livin' right, I ain't spendin' light
What I made tonight, that could put a nigga on like some Bluds
Blues like a crip, she gon' choose off the rip
Views from the crib, I got pool, I got whips
Cool with your bitch, she gon' chew on my tip
It's a light day, I spend two on my fit
Ballin' like I'm Magic, but ain't never been a trick
I am not gon' sweat her, I'ma let her 'round trip
Always been a dog, but I've never been a bitch
All about the cheese, get the cheddar, then I dip
Cashe