Cash Shit Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again (MASA)

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[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 schedule
Got 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