[Intro]
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
'Bows everywhere like I ain't got no table manners
Mariah Carey, we ride with the baby cannons
In the field, sticks around like a praying mantis
I'll put a bullet in your coat, call me Peyton Manning
Soon as you touch down in another city
You be lookin' for the hoes, we be lookin' for the hammers
Been got the bag and broke bread with the team
But the only difference is I ain't put that shit on camera
Heard he died clout chasin', lookin' for some laughtеr
All these 'scripts on me, got mе feelin' like a pastor
Doggy shit on me, I'll pay for 'em to whack you
My young dog so geeked, call that nigga Braxton
She a gnat-gnat, automatically I'm passin'
In a black 'Cat like I'm playin' for the Panthers
See me racin' through the hood like Little Rascals
Now they jumpin' in the picture, Mario at the castle
[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Thousand-dollar shoes
Bad bitches everywhere, it's hard for me to choose
Gotta keep it glued
Got my hands in everything, it's hard for me to lose
Just made another 50K and I ain't even move
I ain't even satisfied unless he make the news
Nigga mad his bitch on me, I ain't make her choose
Now you gotta die about her, I ain't make the rules
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
'Bows everywhere like I ain't got no table manners
Mariah Carey, we ride with the baby cannons
In the field, sticks around like a praying mantis
I'll put a bullet in your coat, call me Peyton Manning
Soon as you touch down in another city
You be lookin' for the hoes, we be lookin' for the hammers
Been got the bag and broke bread with the team
But the only difference is I ain't put that shit on camera
Heard he died clout chasin', lookin' for some laughtеr
All these 'scripts on me, got mе feelin' like a pastor
Doggy shit on me, I'll pay for 'em to whack you
My young dog so geeked, call that nigga Braxton
She a gnat-gnat, automatically I'm passin'
In a black 'Cat like I'm playin' for the Panthers
See me racin' through the hood like Little Rascals
Now they jumpin' in the picture, Mario at the castle
[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Thousand-dollar shoes
Bad bitches everywhere, it's hard for me to choose
Gotta keep it glued
Got my hands in everything, it's hard for me to lose
Just made another 50K and I ain't even move
I ain't even satisfied unless he make the news
Nigga mad his bitch on me, I ain't make her choose
Now you gotta die about her, I ain't make the rules
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