Take It Cash Kidd (Ft. Bra’Sha Taylor)

[Intro: Bra'sha Taylor]
Oh
Yeah
(I'm Kured)
Ooh
Ayy, yeah
Bra'sha, baby

[Chorus: Bra'sha Taylor]
Take it, ain't no fakin'
Money on the floor, yeah, I'm gon' make it, make it
Take it, ain't no fakin'
Money on the floor, yeah, I'm gon' make it, make it

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Yeah, shit so easy
They stackin' for the summer? I ball all four seasons
Now they tryna lend a hand now that I don't need 'em
Used to walk with no shoes, now my toes bleedin'
Rockin' Christian Louboutins, ooh, thank you Lord Jesus
All these niggas is my sons, I should coach Phoenix
I just backdoored my nigga on this stole Demon
Clip got a curl on it like OhGeesy
I got all my homeboys scammin' and my hoes schemin'
I ride around with my computer like a policeman
Ayy, I be laughin' at them rumors, y'all for sure dreamin'
Closet full of name brands like Moesha
Tell my bitch to get what she like, she in the store cheesin'
Pussy was so good, woke up and blocked your bitch for no reason
Had to give my ho a pep talk, ain't makin' no pizza
I would really love to kick it with you, but my phone ringin', nigga, ayy