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lightskinkeisha - cash shit lyrics

[intro]
talk cash sh-t but i can back it on up
got them racks on top of racks, b-tch
yeah, i stack it on up
don’t hit my line about no drama, i’ma hang it on up

[verse 1]
young rude lil’ b-tch, nah i don’t give a f-ck
pulled up in that big truck
pretty faces with the big b-tts
tried to get my number had no luck
if that’s your man then why i got him stuck
no ones only big bucks
you a broke b-tch, you can’t sit with us
mean girls, we don’t give a f-ck
can’t ride with me, you ride the marta bus
straight from atlanta
i’ll take your man in front of you
do some things
do some things that you couldn’t do
have the n-gga sprung, then give me back to you
yeah b-tch i break all the rules
have you thinking that i’m so cruel
i don’t f-ck with you
now we ain’t cool
lil’ rat b-tch
i keep the bull’
lil’ n-gga you can’t handle me
head game put you straight to sleep
you couldn’t last long
your talk is cheap
can’t play with me, i’m a real freak
type to do it in the back seat
when he hungry i’m what he like to eat
f-ck him good then i gotta leave
every time he call, i send him to the beep

[chorus]
yeah, i talk cash sh-t but i can back it on up
got them racks on top of racks
b-tch, yeah, i stack it on up
don’t hit my line about no drama
i’ma hang it on up

young rude lil’ b-tch, nah i don’t give a f-ck
cash it
cash it
cash it
cash it
young rude lil’ b-tch, nah i don’t give a f-ck
cash it
cash it
cash it
cash it
young rude lil’ b-tch, nah i don’t give a f-ck
cash it
cash it
clay
cash it

[bridge]
broke girl asking, “paper? plastic?”
he wanna grab it
natural, no plastic
far from average
my -ss the fattest

[verse 2]
n-ggas, they love me
from the bleachers they screaming
love the way i be bouncing
i got these n-ggas fiending
all these n-ggas be dreaming
these lil’ b-tches be scheming
lil’ b-tch thought she was winning
baby stop all that reaching
hold up b-tch let me fix my weave
every day the n-gga calling me
p-ssy so good that he stalking me
ignore these n-ggas boy, don’t talk to me
red carpet when you walk with me
time is money, convo cost a fee
call a uber when we finished, please
love a n-gga that know when to leave

[chorus]
yeah, i talk cash sh-t, but i can back it on up
got them racks on top of racks
b-tch, yeah, i stack it on up
don’t hit my line about no drama, i’ma hang it on up

young rude lil’ b-tch, nah i don’t give a f-ck
cash it
cash it
cash it
cash it
cash it
young rude lil’ b-tch, nah i don’t give a f-ck
cash it
cash it
cash it
cash it
cash it
cash it
cash it
cash it

- lightskinkeisha lyrics

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