Cash App - Dee Watkins, Jackboy

What’s your Cash App

What’s your Cash App

Bitch, what’s your Cash App

Don’t be trippin' off a Cash App

Bitch, what’s your Cash App

All that paper What’s your cash app

Lil' D

Uh

They like damn, what the fuck

How you do that?

They tellin' me to deal with the tool

I say «Screw that»

But put the guns down I have beat a nigga blue, black

I been there had a tik, no IG

But you knew that

Yeah you motherfuckin' knew

Hell yeah, bitch you knew

I took the condom off

Cause I’m fucking with you boo

I hate to see you go though I don’t really need a crew

I’m ten toes down like the bottom of my shoe

Ok

Racks in my jeans I got racks in my backpack

Told that bitch to leave

She ain’t nothin' but a knack, knack

I ain’t got no pressure with ya baby

I don’t have that

Oh, you want some thirty-inch bundles?

What’s your cash app

Twelve get behind me

I ain’t trippin' this a scat pack

I just got into it with my doll but we past that

I be in the lab going hard on my lab rat

She a whole snack, face cute in the ass vat

Damn, why your bitch won’t leave me alone

Uh, why she keep on blowing up my phone

Uh, I’m a crop 'em out and get 'em goin'

I won’t make you famous I won’t diss you in no song

I’m rolling, pencil totin', window pokin'

Smokin', got me talkin', this important

Hold it, don’t let him in the building

I don’t know him

Roll him, like a Backwood, I’ma smoke him

They like damn, what the fuck

How you do that?

They tellin' me to deal with the tool

I say «Screw that»

But put the guns down I have beat a nigga blue, black

I been there had a tik, no IG

But you knew that

Yeah you motherfuckin' knew

Hell yeah, bitch you knew

I took the condom off

Cause I’m fucking with you boo

I hate to see you go though I don’t really need a crew

I’m ten toes down like the bottom of my shoe

I fuck for every yeah

Type of nigga to fuck her raw and fill her up with plan-B's

Type of nigga to fuck her raw until act like she don’t know me

Type of nigga when I’m through with her she do the hommies

I’m the typpe of nigga I don’t know what to do with 'em

I keep it on me

Ridin' in the space, cool, I’m lonely

Parkas on, overweight you niggas gettin' boney

Parkas on, he ran the plates, they need a shine to clone me

Uh-uh, you niggas can’t come in

Just spent 20k camo-fied outfit

We flyin' PJ booth from the project

I put cheese on your head like Aaron Rodgers

You think I’m in the fashion

I be throwin' bullets, Lamar Jackson

Runnin in the Philly, you in traffic

flaggin'

My nigga took the hit and the wagon

They like damn, what the fuck

How you do that?

They tellin' me to deal with the tool

I say «Screw that»

But put the guns down I have beat a nigga blue, black

I been there had a tik, no IG

But you knew that

Yeah you motherfuckin' knew

Hell yeah, bitch you knew

I took the condom off

Cause I’m fucking with you boo

I hate to see you go though I don’t really need a crew

I’m ten toes down like the bottom of my shoe