Cash Jr Lyrics

Dirty money in the safe shit I gotta bag some

Niggas saying that they got it digging out the mud but I'm digging asphalt

Asking shorty why she throwing ass in the club she said it's her dad fault

Told her I ain't worried imma go and throw a dub but you gotta drag sum

Niggas asking why I flex cause I never had nun

Niggas always saying that they wishing me the best but they wishing bad on me

I ain't tripping imma go and get this shit myself and then act a ass with it

Had to go and put my other bitches on a shelf cause I found a bag getter

Yeah I fuck with bad bitches

Pull up in a ninety eight HC and she want to go and sag in it

Pull up with a clapper pop two two threes nigga till the mag empty

I ain't tripping off a rapper all these niggas hoes they not even masculine

Twist turn Patek till my wrist hurt

Fucked twins yeah sister sister

Ain't never tripping about mister

He can get spun like a blender

I could rock three different pieces each day of the week and won't stop till December

I could just tell you my secret but you niggas heathens I'd never consider

That lil bitch know I'm a winner

If two of us play at this game then I'm playing hard and you on beginner

I'm in the valley with sinners

I don't really pour up the liquor

But imma go get me a Canada Dry and put me some meds in a ginger

And don't over think that nigga

You want some feedback nigga

A lot of your homies ain't really your homies so you gotta leave some niggas

A lot of these bitches ain't really your bitches so you gotta weave some shit

A lot of these niggas done switched up and told I couldn't believe the shit

Like I had to dream the shit

Damn