Special Cash Kidd & OhGeesy

[Intro: Cash Kidd]
(Can we have a check, please?)
Ayy

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Woke up to some money and some neck in bed
Stuntin' all in traffic, nigga, Jackie Chan
My new bitch called, do I want her head?
How you fumble me? Ho, you special ed
Hit his top again, he might be actin' dead
Now that goofy walkin' out in heaven like he Jagged Edge
I got forty thousand in these baggy pants
Your bitch lookin' single, better grab her hand (Huh, huh, huh, yeah)

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Corny-ass boy, I know your bitch tired of fakin'
All the hoes I used to wanna hit, now they basic
Lambo', new modеl, we let Tyra Banks in
I up and shake this shit up likе a spray can
Detectives keep lookin' for my prints like I wear gray pants
We keep spinnin' on they ass, but I don't break dance
Yeah, I wish a nigga would like Taye Diggs
Old bitch wanna talk it out, what about?
Bitch keep beggin' me to leave it in, what? Your mouth?
Stop hittin' her from the front, like a nerd, slut her out, nigga
Five, six, seven, four, but I ain't tuckin' out, huh
Sloppy-ass neck, couldn't help her clutch her scalp
Pulled up on Ari with my hands out, like, "What's the count?"
All her red bottoms on like Krusty Clown
Pornstar, pull up wit' a hundred rounds, nigga