Young Cash Getta

Huh, huh, facts, facts, facts, yeah, yeah

I make money in my sleep, es shit easy as the fuck

It don't take a lot of nothin, little nah, little cut

I can show you three steps to turn that dog into a mutt

I done seen that money turn a home body to a slut

Probably did a hundred dicks, fuck I look like tryna cuff

Work the trap phone I don't punch, most these **** fake as fuck

Transform like Shia LaBeouf, we got snowin' like the bluff

I keep pushin' all this weight, four for ten and I can't punt

I'm a young cash getter, bag flipper, bad ****

I done fell off with that bag and I done ran past ****

How you gang but you a snake, I can't put it past ****

She just want a bad boy, I ain't like her last ****

All my **** know is ball, shoulda signed up for the pistons

How the fuck I'm hard to find, I'm in the hood like transmission

I keep steppin' on this zip, it look like I'm kick flippin

It's like five in the morning, I can't sleep, bitch, I been grittin

Yeah, I'm tied in with the mob, it took risks to get this shit

Broke my wrist over the bowl, I pray to God this get us rich

I don't really got no trust, they take a mile, you give a inch

Play this shit like Nino Brown, I can't go soft about a bitch

I'm a young cash getter, bag flipper, bad ****

I done fell off with that bag and I done ran past ****

Had you gang but you a snake, I can't put it past ****

She just want a bad boy, I ain't like her last ****