| Cook that shit up, Quay
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| 4 pockets full, nigga
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| Is you mad?
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| 'Cause I’m getting cash
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| And in my place
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| Bought a new Wraith
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| She in my face
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| I want her head
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| I want her legs
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| I want a redhead
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| I want her head
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| I want her neck
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| I want her legs
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| Don’t even beg
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| We can fuck on the floor
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| We can fuck in the shower
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| Hey, your friends at the door
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| Tell 'em give you a hour
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| And they know I’ma GOAT
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| I got paper and power
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| Man, these niggas some hoes
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| Everything they say sour
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| I bought a Bentley and blew out her brain
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| Since I got money and people done changed
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| I’m keepin' my fourt, I’m up on my aim
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| Jump out of line, I bust at your brain
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| Shoebox money, it ain’t nothin' to me
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| I could make a hunnid in my sleep
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| These niggas carryin', that’s all they see
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| They just wanna be like me
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| Takin' this swag and then give it back
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| I didn’t get mad, I went and got more
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| They just wanna be like him
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| I don’t wanna be like them
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| Used to wanna be like him
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| 'Til I stayed down and ran up an M
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| Baby ballin', they should put it on film
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| Shootin' for bricks, I don’t aim for the rim
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| Fuck the gym, I don’t work out
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| Take a sip of he lean, wash the Perc down
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| I got on all my jewels, foreign, and all my shoes
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| These niggas mad 'cause I won’t lose
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| I gotta win, I just began
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| No fake love, no fake friends
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| Just 30 in the FN
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| Is you mad?
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| 'Cause I’m getting cash
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| And in my place
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| Bought a new Wraith
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| She in my face
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| I want her head
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| I want her legs
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| I want a redhead
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| I want her head
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| I want her neck
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| I want her legs
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| Don’t even beg
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| We can fuck on the floor
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| We can fuck in the shower
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| Hey, your friends at the door
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| Tell 'em give you an hour
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| I go deep in her throat
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| Keep that shit on the low
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| Don’t nobody else know
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| That’s our business fasho
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| We can fuck on the counter
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| I keep takin' these downers
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| Pop me a Addi, a Percocet, pour me a four
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| Baby, we grown, we could fuck on the floor
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| I’m gettin' money
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| That’s why they mad
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| That ain’t my fault
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| Nigga, I’m a boss
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| Get white chalked
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| Playin' with an O. G
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| I got bags
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| These niggas owe me, they know me
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| Standin' in the kitchen and workin' my wrists
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| I made a duece, turned to a nick
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| I make a nick, turned to a nine
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| I made a nine, turned to a split
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| You know the rest, I made a split, turned to a brick
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| We in this bitch, we got it lit
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| We got them sticks
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| Is you mad?
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| 'Cause I’m getting cash
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| And in my place
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| Bought a new Wraith
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| She in my face
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| I want her head
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| I want her legs
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| I want a redhead
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| I want her head
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| I want her neck
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| I want her legs
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| Don’t even beg
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| We can fuck on the floor
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| We can fuck in the shower
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| Hey, your friends at the door
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| Tell 'em give you an hour |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cash , by - Lil Baby. Song from the album Harder Than Ever, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп