Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cash App, artist - Dreezy. Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Song language: English
Cash App |
| Peel the top back and just sit in the trunk |
| Well connected, I got just what you want |
| Hit the Cash App, fuck a check up and run |
| Come and match that, OG smoke in my blunt |
| I’m not on tour but in your city, bougie bitches rollin' up |
| Throw it in the air, we don’t give a fuck |
| Stickin' to the code like it’s where we from |
| I’m ridin' with my day one |
| Ain’t no key to the ignition, VVS drippin' |
| Up now, I swore on my bitches |
| Pretty lil' tits and they skinny |
| Swing my inches, I ain’t just cute in the pictures (It's real) |
| You broke, I ain’t payin' attention (Lil' ho) |
| With the gang, bring the 'Tron and the Henny |
| Gucci new duffle, buy my bitch a mini |
| The foreign two tone, I ain’t talkin' 'bout Whitney |
| Big ball, ballin' like tip-off |
| Callin' no sick offs, Louis V flip-flops |
| I got season like Salt Bae |
| Racks on me blue just like Bombay |
| It feel like feds watchin' |
| Twenty racks up in my damn pocket |
| I send up with everybody |
| Turn the high heel to a red bottom |
| Off-White but I don’t got a stain |
| Young with that money, but no, I ain’t Wayne |
| Car like my nigga, I cut off the brain |
| Thought I switched the whip, it’s a red, not the paint (Skrrt skrrt) |
| Big Dreez, I’m the chosen (Big Dreez) |
| I don’t take L’s, I smoke 'em |
| Young Oprah, bag like Moka |
| All around the world, nigga, ain’t no local |
| Peel the top back and just sit in the trunk |
| Well connected, I got just what you want |
| Hit the Cash App, fuck a check up and run |
| Come and match that, OG smoke in my blunt |
| I’m not on tour but in your city, bougie bitches rollin' up |
| Throw it in the air, we don’t give a fuck |
| Stickin' to the code like it’s where we from |
| I’m ridin' with my day one |
| Maybach coupe with an empty tank (Hey) |
| Shoot out the roof with the gang (Shoot) |
| Strips of the blues, you can catch this flame (Flame) |
| Hide the dope in the dashboard frame (Dope) |
| Cartier frames and Cartier bangles (Cartier) |
| I’m famous, still twistin' my fingers (Fingers) |
| The Kel-Tec show you what pain is (Kel') |
| Offset, you know what my name is (Hey) |
| Drip drop, watch don’t tick tock |
| Bags of the Ziploc, cash in the shoebox (Shoebox) |
| My dawgs keep quiet, they don’t bark a lot (Hrr) |
| Fishtail the Lam' out the parking lot (Skrrt) |
| Fuck her in the mouth then swap it out (Ugh) |
| Big stone carats and they pokin' out (Stones) |
| Bankroll knots on juggernaut (Knots) |
| Baow, now he got a blood clot (Baow) |
| My diamonds a puddle of Fiji (Water) |
| Not a cup full of water, it’s Easter (Mud) |
| Since I dropped in the water, I been beastin' (Beastin') |
| Once again, cross the border, it’s easy (easy) |
| Got the Glock for the plot and the demons (Plot) |
| I’m in the Wraith but it feel like it’s Venus (Stars) |
| From the trap but we rock out arenas (Rock out) |
| We blind you, niggas ain’t seein' us |
| Peel the top back and just sit in the trunk |
| Well connected, I got just what you want |
| Hit the Cash App, fuck a check up and run |
| Come and match that, OG smoke in my blunt |
| I’m not on tour but in your city, bougie bitches rollin' up |
| Throw it in the air, we don’t give a fuck |
| Stickin' to the code like it’s where we from |
| I’m ridin' with my day one |