[Intro: Cash Kidd]
Pussy ass n***as, hate sensitive ass n***as, killing me, uh

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Remember I used to be broke as fuck, y'all don't know the half
Balmain's on my ass came from not sitting on my ass
And I ain't really like to go to class, but pops was on my head
He said it's so many hustle's, if you broke, you don't want no cash

Came up, n***a's mad, yeah they hating us
Start rumors, throwing salt like they making fries
I said I want em dead, G said "I'll take the job"
And if he run, put that heat to his calve but it ain't Lebron

Y'all really dicksucking these Instagram-famous thots?
Bitches be ran through, before this name, before this famе I got
Who want war, got a big chop and a baby chop
One fat as hell and one littlе, I call that Drake and Josh

Momma used to ask "Why you strapped?"
Ma, they don't like your son; now she just say "Baby, be safe, I hope you got yo gun"
Don't give a fuck, twenty against one I'm not gone run
Slide back down with them sticks, we gone ice them bums

If I ain't strapped, I will not be inside no club
All this ice, aw shit, here the snot nose come
Two bands, three bands, four bands, probably was your bands
All these karats on my ice, feel like a snowman
[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Yeah, I don't trust no bitches; my n***a don't trust me around no n***as
Pops said stay out the light and mind your business
Pops said get off your ass, son and go get it, go get it, go get it
Go get it, go get it, less friends, and more chicken, go get it, go get it Go get it, Pops said get off your ass, son and go get it

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Bitch, is you trying to meet the gang or not? I don't trust no bitch that hang with opps
Fuck that n***a on your shirt, cause when I spray the Glock, they gone have to find a picture of you and him that they can crop
Jeff, save a spot, cause these n***a's is hoes, these bitches is hoes, free Leek till he home, We play smart, do homework on the beef when it's on

Let that shit cool down, a couple weeks, then he gone
This motherfuckin' hat, cost a half a G on my dome
Bout damn time, I couldn't wait to be on my toes
But you ain't eating right, if you ain't eat with your bros, we came up off no n***a did this shit on our own, out the mud

Was in last place in this cash race, now I'm cashing, no if and's or butt's, like a ash tray
Made three on a bad day, you got the mad face, tried to hoe me, now she wanna bone me like a X-Ray

If I get robbed y'all better watch the news the next day, foreign parked in valet
Diamond's dance like Ballet, Kush come from LA, Sticky like a band-aid
Keep the steel like a fast-break, where the pussy like Backpage

Yeah, young n***a get it, man I'm done with these bitches, had to run to the chicken
N***as broke but be pillow talking and hating, ain't that bout a bitch?
My girl don't even let me leave the crib without the stick
[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
She said "Baby, I don't trust no bitches"
My n***a don't trust me around no n***a's
Pops said stay out the light and mind your business
Pops said get off your ass, son and go get it, go get it, go get it
Go get it, go get it, less friends, and more chicken, go get it, go get it Go get it, Pops said get off your ass, son and go get it

[Verse 3: Cash Kidd]
Man, I'm fresher than y'all n***as, and y'all ain't even got no bills to pay
Bitch I been that n***a and I'm still that n***a till this day
Smelling like some motherfucking loud when I'm in the bank
Soon as I walked out my bank teller text me the kissy face

Damn, I must be the man, fuck what n***a's say
Yeah, fuck yo bitch, and the clique you claim
N***a's wanna be so tough, they forget to get money
Bitches want to be so famous, they beg to get dick from me

Bitch, you don't love me, you love Snapchat and Instagram
Just want the world to know you sucking a real n***a dick with bands
Got to get rich before they lay me in the can
First I came up with a plan, then I came up with my mans

Yeah, I don't believe half these n***a's, why the fuck they perpin?
On the net she stuck up, but a slut in person
Pick a club, I'll show up and stunt on purpose
Make it rain on your head, like The Color Purple, yeah
[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Yeah, I don't trust no bitches; my n***a don't trust me around no n***as
Pops said stay out the light and mind your business
Pops said get off your ass, son and go get it, go get it, go get it
Go get it, go get it, less friends, and more chicken, go get it, go get it Go get it, Pops said get off your ass, son and go get it