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Whoo! This that real Memphis shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hitkidd, what it do, man? (Oh, shit!) I just bought a watch, could've went and got a Jag' (bling) 2019, Audemars with paper tags (skrrt) Walk around with 50 thousand in a Louis bag (racks) And a fully automatic in a Jimmy Choo-e bag (bah, bah, bah) But that's just for protection, I don't say that shit to brag (nope) Been quiet for a minute, let me turn it up a tad (shh) Baby like, "Boy, what's your name?" Bitch, I'm happy that you asked (huh?) Yeah, my first name Co, but my last name Cash (hoe) Ho, you must thought I was stupid When you Susie Choozie all in my DM like a groupie (huh?) Yeah, lil' bitch, I saw your message Don't mean to be messy, but didn't take the time out to view it Told that lil' bitch, "Don't confuse it," I don't want the coochie Because she might give me the cooties (bitch) "You say you don't want no scrub, but lil' hoe, you a scrub But you can not be down bad and boujee" (I'm sorry, not sorry) Shawty say I'm rude, she don't like my attitude (I don't give a fuck) VV diamond rocks on my ear in solitude (bitch, I'm 'bout to go) Niggas cuffin' thots, never been that kind of dude (I'm like, "Nigga, what?") Teach you niggas how to pop shit, give me gratitude (nigga, give it to me) Keep a fully loaded Glock, sorry, this is not a prop (brrt, brrt, brrt) Pull off in a brand-new drop, runnin' from the county cops (vroom-vroom) I been chasin' after guap, fast nigga chop-chop (vroom) She keep tryna fuck, told her, "Stop, give me slop top" (nope) Shut up, you ain't talkin' about a thing, fuck a nigga mean? (Shh) Red bottom runners like I got killed the man and flee the scene (murder) Blunt of marijuana, think I'm finished fuckin' with the lean (Cash) Reminiscin', I was with the shit when I was 17 (yup) Got a brand-new crib and brand-new whip in 2017 (yup) My lil' bitch gettin' thicker, she been sippin' on amphetamine (yup) My lil' nigga grippin' on the metal like he weldin' things (yup) I'ma be a boss and put my people on to better things (yeah) Lenny by Louis Vuitton (yeah, Louis) I put my bitch in Levon (yeah, Louis) Big drip comin' in by the ton (yeah, ooh) Just got it import from Milan (yeah) 100K just on my diamonds (yeah, ice) Young nigga flexin' and shinin' (yeah, young nigga) These niggas nickel and dimin' (yeah, real nigga) Racks on me way before signin' (yeah, fo' sho') How you gon' hate on the low, pillow talk to the hoe (how?) But be sweet when you see me in public? (Huh?) I'm under 150, but I just keep snackin' on digits My pockets gettin' swollen and chubby Ain't no more shoppin' at Kroger, designer, my groceries And Fendi kicks walking through Publix (nope, nope) I do not show up for free, so they dropped off a fee If you see me and my niggas clubbin' (I'ma clear all that) Took a nigga salary and spent it on my teeth (big money) Never been a fuck nigga, never been a thief (never been it) Always been the GOAT, bitch, I never been the sheep (all facts) Fuckin' on this cash, makin' love between the sheets (ooh) Taught myself to never show no signs of the weak (never weak) I-I-I do what I want at any time of the week (remember that) If this shit ain't beneficial, I don't wanna speak (I don't wanna talk) Bitch, I'm really 'bout my business, so I keep it brief (that's Cash) (Hitkidd, what it do, man?) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Anthony Holmes, Terrico Bowen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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