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megan thee stallion - cash shit lyrics

[intro: megan thee stallion]
real hot girl sh-t
yeah, i’m in my bag, but i’m in his too
and that’s why every time you see me, i got some new shoes
ah, mwah, ayy, look
lil ju made this beat

[verse 1: megan thee stallion]
b-tch, i’m a star, got these n-gg-s wishin’
he say he hungry, this p-ssy the kitchen
yeah, that’s my dawg, he gon’ sit down and listen
call him a trick and he don’t get off’, hold up
b-tch, i’m a star, got these n-gg-s wishin’
he say he hungry, this p-ssy the kitchen
yeah, that’s my dawg, he gon’ sit down and listen
call him a trick and he don’t get offended
he know he giving his money to megan
he know it’s very expensive to date me
told him go put my name on that account
because when i need money, i ain’t tryna, hold up
he know he giving his money to megan
he know it’s very expensive to date me
told him go put my name on that account
because when i need money, i ain’t tryna wait

[chorus: megan thee stallion]
i can’t be f-cked with, no
ho you can’t touch this, ayy
b-tch, i do rich sh-t, huh
my money thick thick, ayy
walk with a limp, limp, huh
i’m on some pimp sh-t, ayy
he say, “you all about money,” yeah
i’m on that cash sh-t, huh
i’m in my bag, b-tch, huh
i’m on your -ss, b-tch, huh
i’m in that new new sh-t
you on that last year, huh
b-tch, i do pimp sh-t, huh
ho, you on simp sh-t, ayy
he say, “you all about money,” yeah
i’m on that cash sh-t, ah

[verse 2: dababy]
you know why these b-tches love me? (why?)
’cause baby don’t give a f-ck (what you do?)
i be fixin’ her weave while she suckin’ my d-ck
pull it out, then i t-ttyf-ck (uh, uh)
i f-ck her from the back and she nasty, k!llin’ her
know how i give it up (yeah, yeah)
i be cool on ’em, b-tch, ain’t no pressure (uh-uh)
’til i met this lil’ freak, her name megan (ooh)
this lil’ thing here a stallion, look how she walk
look how she talk, she s-xy (mwah)
i like when they pretty and ghetto (uh-huh)
type of b-tch that don’t even say h-llo (yeah, yeah)
and whenever we f-ck, she be f-ckin’ me back
put her in the headlock with my elbow (mmh)
now she done reversed it
got up on the d-ck and ride the sh-t like a camaro, uh

[verse 3: megan thee stallion]
i don’t be stressin’ ’bout none of these n-gg-s
when they be talkin’, i don’t even listen
tellin’ me secrets, i probably forget it
but i’ma tune in when he say he gon’ lick it
he told ’em send me a pic ’cause he miss me
i told him send me a stack if he really
i don’t be trusting these tricks ’cause they tricky
send him a pic of somebody else t-tties
i’m a finesser and i’m a fly dresser
move to the top floor and flew in my dresser
my b-tches hustle, make money together
your b-tches birds and they flockin’ together
i can’t decide if i want the new louis
dapper dan yellow, i’m always in gucci
your mama don’t bring your dad to the mall
’cause when he be in there she know he be choosin’

- megan thee stallion lyrics

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