Cash Shit - LightSkinKeisha

Talk cash shit but I can back it on up

Got them racks on top of racks, bitch

Yeah, I stack it on up

Don’t hit my line about no drama, I’ma hang it on up

Young rude lil' bitch, nah I don’t give a fuck

Pulled up in that big truck

Pretty faces with the big butts

Tried to get my number had no luck

If that’s your man then why I got him stuck

No ones only big bucks

You a broke bitch, you can’t sit with us

Mean girls, we don’t give a fuck

Can’t ride with me, you ride the MARTA bus

Straight from Atlanta

I’ll take your man in front of you

Do some things

Do some things that you couldn’t do

Have the nigga sprung, then give me back to you

Yeah bitch I break all the rules

Have you thinking that I’m so cruel

I don’t fuck with you

Now we ain’t cool

Lil' rat bitch

I keep the bull'

Lil' nigga you can’t handle me

Head game put you straight to sleep

You couldn’t last long

Your talk is cheap

Can’t play with me, I’m a real freak

Type to do it in the back seat

When he hungry I’m what he like to eat

Fuck him good then I gotta leave

Every time he call, I send him to the beep

Yeah, I talk cash shit but I can back it on up

Got them racks on top of racks

Bitch, yeah, I stack it on up

Don’t hit my line about no drama

I’ma hang it on up

Young rude lil' bitch, nah I don’t give a fuck

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Young rude lil' bitch, nah I don’t give a fuck

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Young rude lil' bitch, nah I don’t give a fuck

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Clay

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Broke girl asking, «Paper?

Plastic?»

He wanna grab it

Natural, no plastic

Far from average

My ass the fattest

Niggas, they love me

From the bleachers they screaming

Love the way I be bouncing

I got these niggas fiending

All these niggas be dreaming

These lil' bitches be scheming

Lil' bitch thought she was winning

Baby stop all that reaching

Hold up bitch let me fix my weave

Every day the nigga calling me

Pussy so good that he stalking me

Ignore these niggas boy, don’t talk to me

Red carpet when you walk with me

Time is money, convo cost a fee

Call a Uber when we finished, please

Love a nigga that know when to leave

Yeah, I talk cash shit, but I can back it on up

Got them racks on top of racks

Bitch, yeah, I stack it on up

Don’t hit my line about no drama, I’ma hang it on up

Young rude lil' bitch, nah I don’t give a fuck

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Young rude lil' bitch, nah I don’t give a fuck

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