[Chorus: Co Cash]
Bitch, I'm gettin' it, can't you tell?
Dope boy drip, I'm fresh as hell
Bag and drop me on the scale
Look like I got somethin' for sale
Bitch, how you gon' play the player?
Take a step into my lair
Sent that ho right up the stairs
It's not my job to treat you well
Can't pay for your hair or nails
I don't kiss and I don't tell
Make her life a livin' hell
Lil' bitch, just accept yo L
She said we fucked, she tellin' tales
Hit that and won't leave a trail
If she broke, I tell her no
But if she rich I tell her, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Beezy]
(Lil Beezy)
She wanna go on a datе, but I am not a calendar
I'ma just fuck her and cancel hеr
Don't wanna talk, told her I'm not a counselor
I'm in the bed with eight legs like tarantulas
In other words, I got four hoes
Like a Audi, I just smoked four Os
My lil' stripper bitch, she like to tote poles
Icy Cuban link to keep my throat froze
I'm really havin' shit, I know you can tell it
Got a stash at the house and one at the telly
Big blunt of cereal milk for my breakfast
Bankroll full of hunnids, the twenties just extra
If you throw a cross, we gon' pull up and bless ya
Come to yo block and knock it down like it's Tetris
Balenci' my shoes, them triple S's
Ice on my neck, them VVSs
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