CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Cash App

What's your Cash App
What's your Cash App
b*t*h, what's your Cash App
Don't be trippin' off a Cash App
b*t*h, what's your Cash App
All that paper What's your cash app
Lil' D
Uh

They like damn, what the f**k
How you do that?
They tellin' me to deal with the tool
I say "Screw that"
But put the guns down I have beat a n***a blue, black
I been there had a tik, no IG
But you knew that
Yeah you motherf**kin' knew
Hell yeah, b*t*h you knew
I took the condom off
Cause I'm f**king with you boo
I hate to see you go though I don't really need a crew
I'm ten toes down like the bottom of my shoe

Ok
Racks in my jeans I got racks in my backpack
Told that b*t*h to leave
She ain't nothin' but a knack, knack
I ain't got no pressure with ya baby
I don't have that
Oh, you want some thirty-inch bundles?
What's your cash app
Twelve get behind me
I ain't trippin' this a scat pack
I just got into it with my doll but we past that
I be in the lab going hard on my lab rat
She a whole snack, face cute in the ass vat
Damn, why your b*t*h won't leave me alone
Uh, why she keep on blowing up my phone
Uh, I'm a crop 'em out and get 'em goin'
I won't make you famous I won't diss you in no song
I'm rolling, pencil totin', window pokin'
Smokin', got me talkin', this important
Hold it, don't let him in the building
I don't know him
Roll him, like a Backwood, I'ma smoke him