Dee Watkins — Cash App

[Intro] What's your Cash App What's your Cash App Bitch, what's your Cash App Don't be trippin' off a Cash App Bitch, what's your Cash App All that paper, what's your cash app Lil' Dee Uh [Chorus] They like damn (What the fuck) How you do that? They tellin' me to chill with the tool, I say, "Screw that" But put the guns down I beat a nigga blue, black I been had a check, no IG But you knew that (Yeah you motherfuckin' knew) Uh, hell yeah, bitch you knew I took the condom off, 'cause I'm fucking 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 [Verse 1] Okay Racks in my jeans I got racks in my backpack Told that bitch to leave She ain't nothin' but a nat nat 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 (Skrr) I just got into it with my dog but we past that I be in the lab going hard, I'm a lab rat She a whole snack, face cute and her ass fat [Verse 2] Damn, why your bitch 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 rollin', pistol totin', window pokin' Smokin', got me tokin', 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 [Chorus] They like damn (What the fuck) How you do that? They tellin' me to chill with the tool, I say, "Screw that" But put the gun down I beat a nigga blue, black I been had a check, no IG But you knew that (Yeah you motherfuckin' knew) Uh, hell yeah, bitch you knew I took the condom off, 'cause I'm fuckin' 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 [Verse 2] I fuck for every, yeah Could fuck the [Busy?] Type of nigga to fuck her raw and fill her up with plan-B's Type of nigga to fuck her raw until act like she don't know me Type of nigga when I'm through with her she do the hommies I'm the type of nigga I don't know what to do with 'em I keep it on me Ridin' in the space, cool, mobbin' by my lonely Parkas on, overweight you niggas gettin' boney Parkas on, he ran the plates, they need a shine to clone me Uh-uh, you niggas can't clone this Just spent 20k on five dior outfits We flyin' PJ booth from the project I put cheese on your head like Aaron Rodgers You think I'm in the fashion [?] I be throwin' bullets, Lamar Jackson Runnin' in that Philly, you in traffic Might just in blitz, John Madden[?] [Kill?], whole clip, no flaggin' My nigga took the hit, then the wagon [Chorus] They like damn (What the fuck) How you do that? They tellin' me to chill with the tool, I say, "Screw that" But put the gun down I beat a nigga blue, black I been had a check, no IG But you knew that (Yeah you motherfuckin' knew) Uh, hell yeah, bitch you knew I took the condom off, 'cause I'm fucking 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