Family Man Lyrics

Wake up want them bands, I ain't friendly nigga, I can't shake your hand

Got a bad bitch, put her in a trance

I ain't friendly nigga, I can't shake your hand

Ain't no conversation, let's its bout them racks in

Quiet nigga, don't do much talking, really bout some action

Why you think that little bitch milking you, you easy access

You the type to buy a wig and ain't even smash yet

I'm the type to fuck her, paint her face and give her back

She already know what time I'm on, can't get her feelings attached

She like Casamigos, taking shots, shaking ass

I like hunting cash and really c h o, a family man

They know I drop that hot shit, like who else drop the pan

I'm too lit, like how the fuck they heard my music in Japan

I'm too slippery, bih gone try me like a duck, forgot she was a fan

Wake up in the morning, know I got a plan

Bro nem doing magic, selling chickens, he don't got no food stamps

They say they know the old me, but Cash hunt a new man

O man, they could put you in the game, they don't mean you playing

He like flexing on the gram, he don't know them boys been plotting

They be watching, waiting on him to drop the ball

So they can finally stop him, but they don't know

He stay with that heat, like he ball for them

He be going hard, cause scoring his only option

Anyways, I can't be like none of these niggas

I'm the opposite, everyday, I'ma hunt this cash

Tryna see who gon' stop me, I got all type of flavors

But I'm fucked up by that chocolate

I can't kick it with no nice bitch, I want my little bitch toxic

Honestly, who gon' top this

Say they want that new cho, wait till I drop this

I got a hot hand, feel like I can't miss

Nigga, feel like I can't miss

Ain't no conversation, unless its bout them racks

Quiet nigga, don't do much talking, really bout some action

Why you think that little bitch milking you, you easy access

You the type to buy a wig and ain't even smash it

I'm the type to fuck her, paint her face and give her back

And she already know what time I'm on, can't get her feelings

She like Casamigos, taking shots, shaking ass

I like hunting cash, and really c h o a family man

Woah, woah, woah, Cashhunt