CASAFREAKHOES ft. CHA$EMONEY Lyrics

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Balling on the court I feel like Shaq and D Rose

Yeah getting all the pape i'm trying to grab every load

No need for security cause we got every pole

You cannot call it dog shit if it bend brake or fold

Seen a opp out in traffic scary ass ran the light twice

Bend it over baby bend it back like Ice Spice

Plug down in Cali get it for the right price

I'm rocking Rhude so why would I act nice

Spill red on my white tee bitch it's a act pint

Huh yeah she say she loving it

Get the ball in my hand I promise I ain't fumbling

Trying to get a bag trying to run it up dummy quick

Trying to run it up dummy quick

Yeah nigga run it, aye

Yeah trying to run it up dummy fast

Real niggas to the front, fake to the back

Broke niggas talking, money need to get a hat

Nigga everybody know all that shit is cap

That's why me and lil mar we gone speak the facts

Took his bitch now that nigga he can't get her back

Nigga keep on playing with us we gone get him whacked

Game kinda easy nigga ion need to practice

Good dick now the bitch doing backflips

Throwing cash in the air then she threw it back quick

Tried to play me, he a fool put his ass on Shaqtin'

Spin move on a bitch hit her with the Braxton Miller

Trying to stack it to the ceiling yeah

No I can't stop till I go and get a milli yeah

No I can't stop till I go and get a billi yeah

Deep inside my bag, i'm not deep inside my feelings yeah

I ain't deep inside my

No I ain't deep inside my yeah

Control up bitch, yo bitch keep texting me

Goyard bag lil baby I ain't cheap

You can call K.O.D how much pape I done spent

What I do in that maro I prolly made it spin

Throwing cash on the freak hoes

Pouring shots of the casafreakhoes for the bad bitches

Spend a couple dollars on a bad bitch

Yeah I am not her last nigga

He ain't got a ten somebody bring out a cap nigga

On my killa shit how i'm dressed in all black nigga

Ja with the choppa, hit his top head tap nigga

Like we in the car buckled up we stay strapped nigga

Yeah, bitch i'm all about the bread we ain't fucking with no feds no

Baby say her momma like my music she a fan oh

Really I been chillin lately I been trying to lay it low

Ace and Mitch bitch we paid in full