Cash Shit Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again (MASA)

Cash S*it Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again (MASA) is a latest English song in the voice of YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new Cash S*it song lyrics are also written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. Cash S*it by YoungBoy Never Broke Again is a flex-heavy rap song where he talks about his flashy lifestyle, wealth, luxury cars, designer brands, and being surrounded by attractive women. He’s proud of being rich, independent, and in control. The lyrics show off confidence, success, and a no-nonsense attitude toward anyone trying to mess with him. It’s all about living large and not looking back.

Cash Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Rotate three-sixty (This is a KTOE beat?)
Lace up, too trippy
Won’t wait for Alice in Emerald City
Worship the mother, the father, the city
Alice and Cindy, Emerald City

[Chorus]
Fine, all of my hoes dimes
Black and yellow, Optimus Prime
Me don’t do no nine-to-five
Birkin yellow, Birkin lime

You ain’t got to tell the shorty, know that she a bad b!tch
Ride in that Brabus, they know that we having, we popping that cash s*it

[Verse]
I’m back in that mode, I’m back on my s*it
I’m back on the road, in back of that ‘Bach
With a kit on a stick, I’m back on these hoes
Returning from dead, tell these n!ggas let’s get it
I don’t let nobody drink my lean
I don’t let nobody hold my stick
I don’t let nobody drive my s*it
Already know I pop my s*it
Already know I hit me licks
Already know lil’ bro my twin
Already know I’m buying her SKIMS
Already know that I already know
Already know that I’m holding a Gen
Shorty just hit me, she asked what I’m doing and I told her I’m booling, I’m on it again (Yeah, slatt)
I got a drum on the .308
I got a burden on top of my heart
I got a drop, I ain’t showing up late
I got his name on a bullet that I done went stuffed in a K (Brr, boom, boom, boom)
I know lil’ mama ain’t with it, so just stay the fu*k out my face
Championship it, the ring (Woah, woah)
I got ’em on point like a beam (Woah, woah)

I got that medical, part of my schedul
ot her on jiggaboo, back of the yellow coupe
B!tch, better tell the truth, you got a second boo
Tote on that hammer, pull up on the set and shoot
She from Atlanta, she know I got hella loot
Told me she headed to go look for some baby food

[Bridge]
Rotate three-sixty
Lace up, too trippy
Woah

[Chorus]
Fine, all of my hoes dimes
Black and yellow, Optimus Prime
Me don’t do no nine-to-five
Birkin yellow, Birkin lime
You ain’t got to tell the shorty, know that she a bad b!tch (A bad b!tch)
Ride in that Brabus, they know that we having, we popping that cash s*it

[Bridge]
I’m popping that cash s*it
Popping that cash s*it
Popping that cash s*it
I’m popping that cash s*it
Baby, I’m a rich n!gga
I’m popping that cash s*it
She popping this cash s*it
She popping that cash s*it
She popping her s*it

[Outro]
Rotate three-sixty
Lace up, too trippy
Won’t wait for Alice in Emerald City
Worship the mother, the father, the city
Alice and Cindy, Emerald City

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Cash Shit Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
This part has a trippy, dreamlike vibe. He’s saying he’s moving in all directions, staying unpredictable. “Lace up” hints he’s ready for anything, and “too trippy” shows he’s in a wild, carefree state of mind. The Alice in Emerald City lines mix fantasy with real life—he’s not waiting for a dream world, he’s already living his own version of it.

[Chorus]
He’s saying all the women around him are top-tier, like perfect tens. The black and yellow reference makes a flashy comparison to a strong, standout machine like Optimus Prime. He doesn’t work a regular job—he’s rich from his hustle. The Birkin bags show off his wealth and status. Riding in a luxury Brabus, he’s making it clear they’re living big and spending boldly.

[Verse]
Here, he’s in full confidence mode. He’s saying he’s back to doing what he does best—grinding, flexing, and living fast. He’s on the road in a Maybach, staying armed and protected with his weapon. He doesn’t trust anyone with his stuff—his lean, his guns, or his car. Everything he does is big and loud. He’s making moves, hitting licks (getting money fast), and taking care of the people close to him, like his twin and his girl (buying her SKIMS). He’s always alert and prepared, holding a Gen (likely a Glock). He tells a girl he’s chilling and getting back into action. He’s got a drum magazine on a rifle, carrying emotional weight, and he’s not showing up late to any situation. He even says he’s got someone’s name on a bullet—he’s ready if things go there. He doesn’t want fake love or drama, especially from girls who aren’t really down. He’s comparing himself to a champ, always winning, always locked in. He’s got weed (the medical), girls dancing and vibing in his yellow car, and he’s not afraid to call people out on being dishonest. He’s armed and ready to defend himself. A girl from Atlanta tells him she’s out running errands, but he knows she’s into him for his money and status.

[Bridge]
He’s staying in motion, feeling wild and untouchable.

[Chorus]
Again, he’s showing off his lifestyle—surrounded by beautiful women, driving flashy cars, and refusing to live a regular working life. Everything about him is luxury and confidence. The Brabus and Birkin references underline that he’s living big. He knows he doesn’t have to tell a woman she’s beautiful—she already knows it, and they’re all riding high, enjoying the good life.

[Bridge]
He’s fully in his rich guy mode, bragging about how both he and the girl he’s with are all about spending money and living flashy. It’s not just him—she’s flexing too. They’re both deep into that flashy, cash-filled lifestyle, doing whatever they want.

[Outro]
This wraps it up with that same trippy and surreal vibe. He’s in constant motion, not waiting for fairy tale dreams—he’s already living his own wild reality. The mix of names and places gives it a mysterious, almost otherworldly feel, but it’s all grounded in confidence and control.

FAQs

Q. Who has sung Cash Shit song?
A. Cash Shit song is sung by YoungBoy Never Broke Again.

Q. Who wrote Cash Shit lyrics?
A. Cash Shit lyrics are penned by YoungBoy Never Broke Again.

Q. Who has given the music of Cash Shit song?
A. Cash Shit music is composed and produced by YoungBoy Never Broke Again.

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