BeBe 3 Cash Kidd
"BeBe 3" by Cash Kidd, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of ambition, hustle, and the pursuit of wealth. The lyrics reflect a gritty lifestyle and determination, showcasing Cash Kidd's unique flow and clever wordplay. Its catchy beat and relatable message resonate with listeners, contributing to its cultural relevance in contemporary rap.
[Intro]
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Thank you so much
Ayy
[Verse 1]
These niggas know who really the G.O.A.T.
I don't need credit, just happy I'm givin' 'em hope
Niggas cap so much, they need to pick out they fro
I'm Edward Scissorhands, pointers on my wrist with your ho
I'm in a rental van slidin' with a stick in my coat
Big fins everywhere like it's fish on the boat
Your bitch look even better with my dick in her throat
I be pullin' up fly like my zipper done broke
Yeah, Christian Louboutin, but my jacket Dior
I keep havin' nightmares of the feds at the door
You my dog, then I shouldn't have to ask for support
If it was love how you say, it shouldn't have to be forced
Boy, you ain't gon' never get rich, you too scary
Man, these niggas pillow talk more than the tooth fairy
All your favorite rappers stealin' bars, how can you compare me?
Tryna act like y'all don't know who lines it is, Drew Carey
[Chorus]
Ain't nobody believe, let's just keep it real
I was tellin' them my dreams, they said, "Be for real"
Ridin' down M block still give me the chills
Sacrificed it all for us, they ain't see the tears
Shot your bitch club up, then made her eat a pill
Then I did that shit again, oops, Britney Spears
Old opps still mad, it's been many years
Fifty on me, that's of course light like a can of beer
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Thank you so much
Ayy
[Verse 1]
These niggas know who really the G.O.A.T.
I don't need credit, just happy I'm givin' 'em hope
Niggas cap so much, they need to pick out they fro
I'm Edward Scissorhands, pointers on my wrist with your ho
I'm in a rental van slidin' with a stick in my coat
Big fins everywhere like it's fish on the boat
Your bitch look even better with my dick in her throat
I be pullin' up fly like my zipper done broke
Yeah, Christian Louboutin, but my jacket Dior
I keep havin' nightmares of the feds at the door
You my dog, then I shouldn't have to ask for support
If it was love how you say, it shouldn't have to be forced
Boy, you ain't gon' never get rich, you too scary
Man, these niggas pillow talk more than the tooth fairy
All your favorite rappers stealin' bars, how can you compare me?
Tryna act like y'all don't know who lines it is, Drew Carey
[Chorus]
Ain't nobody believe, let's just keep it real
I was tellin' them my dreams, they said, "Be for real"
Ridin' down M block still give me the chills
Sacrificed it all for us, they ain't see the tears
Shot your bitch club up, then made her eat a pill
Then I did that shit again, oops, Britney Spears
Old opps still mad, it's been many years
Fifty on me, that's of course light like a can of beer
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