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22nd jim, lil bean & lil yee - cash shit lyrics

[intro: lil bean]
(this sh+t get brutal ’bout that money, n+gga)
yeah

[verse 1: 22nd jim]
all this grass up in the suitcase, probably think i’m a gardener (yeah)
and you might think you havin’ motion, my sh+t stretch super farther (oh yeah)
i make a bad b+tch submit and grab a n+gga out his kicks (yeah)
in the kitchen over the stove, whippin’ sh+t that look like grits
i get that corner, soak my boots and grab the shoes, jump in that field (yeah)
n+ggas thought that we was playin’, over social sh+t get real (yeah)
sos, stand over suckers, n+ggas know they in trouble
don’t stand too close to that n+gga, i might catch me a devil (uh, uh)

[verse 2: lil bean]
talkin’ cash sh+t, i turn a five to ten, i got tactics
born in this sh+t, pops had a 40 in my mattress
yeah, i rap, the n+ggas i came with turn you to casper
body foreign, i press a b+tton and it go faster
outside, you can’t trust nothin’, this sh+t get trick
the amount i gave to the irs, coulda bought a benti
tall like cuban links, but bro look like serena, it came tennis
i like model hoes, but it’s somethin’ ’bout them glorillas

[chorus: lil yee & 22nd jim]
i’m talkin’ cash sh+t, couple hundred playin’ with them m’s
talkin’ cash sh+t, this cuban cost a ninety, b+tch, i’m him (yeah)
talkin’ cash sh+t, i’m really up, yeah, ask my brother jim (uh)
talkin’ cash sh+t, we flatline sh+t and come trim
i’m talkin’ cash sh+t, that rubber band sh+t, not one of them
if your name ain’t ‘cross my desk, stay on your toes, you better not slip (uh+uh)
i’m talkin’ cash sh+t, not talkin’ past tense, i’m really him
i’m talkin’ cash sh+t, we flatline n+ggas and come trim
[verse 3: lil yee]
i’m talkin’ cash sh+t, uppin’ dog sh+t, hoes flockin’
i’m protected in this sh+t ’cause i invested in these choppers
i don’t know n+ggas, n+ggas know me, that’s the problem
i don’t know if n+ggas fanned out or n+ggas fake opps

[verse 4: 22nd jim]
these n+ggas starstruck ’cause anything else get gunned down (yeah)
i’m stickin’ with my n+ggas from sunup to sundown (yeah)
you might catch me by myself, but i’m at least thirty deep (n+gga)
and that b+tch right on my hip, but i just keep it discreet (nice)

[verse 5: lil yee]
yeah, we don’t go for nothin’, you don’t pump fear in none of us
n+gga play crazy, he on yank, he ain’t one of us
n+gga wanna beef over the b+tch, she just wanna f+ck
matty boy b+tters on my feet, these are one+on+one

[verse 6: lil bean]
uh, i don’t own a wallet, me and you ain’t got sh+t in common
huh, gia certified, n+gga, every diamond
if you reach, then i tease, catch a couple hot ones
with a bad yellow b+tch lookin’ like mulatto

- 22nd jim lil bean lil yee lyrics

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