[Intro: Cash Kidd]
(Can we have a check please?)
(V12)
Damn

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Just traded dick for some food stamps
Shit, win-win for me, her ass too fat
Ayy, need an Amber Alert, her body too snatched
Wonder why your jewels snatched, where your tool at?
Bottom of my shoes red like a bull flag
Bitch dropped that neck on me like a fullback
Fit ten ball on me like a pool rack
Big-ass knots on my mind like a durag
Y'all only shoot for first ball, you n***as too cap
N***as broke, prayin' Trump bring a jugg back
Bitch, I had more stimmies than a 'Wood pack
N***as sendin' threats, got me laughin' like the woodpecker
Hit my ex with the, "Oh," likе a love letter (Oh)
Is it mе or do these diamonds make 'em suck better?
I don't know, but these M's make me fuck better
Cut the bitch off, now she want it like that one pastor
Longsleeve, bitches faint, they see me jumpin' out
Huh, my bitch got an attitude, ho, let's fuck it out
Pockets like a Bible scripture, got a couple thou'
Exterminator, I got rat bitches runnin' 'round
N***a say he fuck my bitch, good, slut her out (Good)
N***as cryin' over hoes, put the onions down
No socks, I'm on the beach with my bunions out (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Two phones full of big-booty hoes
Cuttin' up in traffic with my jewelry on (Skrrt)
She just wanna suck it in the studio (Ayy)
They keep tryna be me, but they be do it wrong
Regular-ass thousand-dollar hoodie on
Brown and red Gucci on, look like Tootsie Rolls
I just had a threesome, both they coochies swole
Tug of war, me and my bitch pullin' hoes

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Cut everybody off, n***as scared and tender
Got me hangin' by myself like a caterpillar
He said his bitch annoying, I beg to differ
She was cool than a mo', I got neck and dinner
Big 'Wood full of Turtle, where's Master Splinter?
Bossed my bitch up, now her exes bitter
We both gotta ball, rock, paper, scissors
Paid cash for the watch like a babysitter
She my favorite eater, I'm her favorite n***a
You know I got a hundred bitches, It don't make no difference
Put the switch on that boy, call him Caitlyn Jenner
Life's good, I don't even care to take no pictures (Ayy)

[Chorus: Cash Kidd & Icewear Vezzo]
Two phones full of big-booty hoes
Cuttin' up in traffic with my jewelry on (Skrrt)
She just wanna suck it in the studio (Ayy)
They keep tryna be me, but they be do it wrong
Regular-ass thousand-dollar hoodie on
Brown and red Gucci on, look like Tootsie Rolls (What?)
I just had a threesome, both they coochies swole (Uh)
Tug of war, me and my bitch pullin' hoes
[Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo]
Huh, ROTC, yeah, I boot hoes
Told that ho, "It's death row, throw the Snoop on" (Bitch)
Whole crib full of groupies, it's a group home
Pipe tucked, I be iced up like the roof froze
Ayy, the way you suck dick, where your bestie at? (Where she at?)
Shoot a n***a with the right, where you left him at? (Bah)
Hundred racks in my pants, I bless a bitch (Yeah)
Huh, chain full of snow, need a Gretzky cap (Ooh)
I'ma be rich forever, he ain't gettin' on
Fuck a bitch at her crib while her n***a home (Ha)
Same ones that was hatin' gettin' shitted on (Yeah)
N***a had a bag too, but he did it wrong
Two hundred dollars for a line, we don't trap weed (Nah)
Hit a bitch from the side 'til her cat bleed
Put a cooler on the chop, make his hat freeze (Bah)
Real gang member, roll rappers in the Slap' leaves
N***a

[Chorus: Cash Kidd & Icewear Vezzo]
Two phones full of big-booty hoes (On God)
Cuttin' up in traffic with my jewelry on (Skrrt)
She just wanna suck it in the studio (Ayy)
They keep tryna be me, but they be do it wrong
Regular-ass thousand-dollar hoodie on
Brown and red Gucci on, look like Tootsie Rolls
I just had a threesome, both they coochies swole
Tug of war, me and my bitch pullin' hoes