Sick Cash Kidd

[Intro]
Hop in my bag, I know you thought I been it, nigga
You ain't shootin' shit, Ben Simmons, nigga
Shout out my nigga Synco
Ay, ay

[Hook]
I'm finna hop in my bag, I know you thought I been it
[?] said take that purse off, but it's ten in it
Bitch tryna stay the night, all I need ten is minutes
Suck your baby mamma's titties, she still have some milk in 'em
Spit all in her mouth, uuh I'm a sick nigga
She gon' let me do what I want 'cause my dick bigger
Self made rich nigga, don't ask me for shit nigga
You a broke bitch nigga, I can't even sit wicha
Ay, bitch, bitch, bitch

[Verse 1]
Bitch, gon tell Google fix my mothafucking network
Like Jehovah's Witness, for that dough I put in legwork
You gon have to save up three checks to buy this sweatshirt
I been punching like a reflex, I'm an expert
Left a nigga whole shirt red, Fat Albert
Took his top off, no cap, like he at church
Don't ask me shit 'bout your bitch, nigga, ask her
Why she keep asking for massages? Cause her back hurt
Nigga, I was tryna find me a gig
Working summer jobs just to help my mom as a kid
I'm a boss, know how many jobs I can give
Opened up so many doors, now it's flies in the crib
You can call me Scorpion, keep that fire in my hand
Fuck it, mask off like Scooby Doo, we hopping out vans
My bitch think I'm up cheating, I'm tryna find me a band
Bitch head so good, I wanna cry, where you been?