Cash App Dee Watkins (Ft. Jackboy)

[Intro]
What's your Cash App
What's your Cash App
Bitch, what's your Cash App
Don't be trippin' off a Cash App
Bitch, what's your Cash App
All that paper, what's your cash app
Lil' Dee
Uh

[Chorus]
They like damn (What the fuck)
How you do that?
They tellin' me to chill with the tool, I say, "Screw that"
But put the guns down I beat a nigga blue, black
I been had a check, no IG
But you knew that (Yeah you motherfuckin' knew)
Uh, hell yeah, bitch you knew
I took the condom off, 'cause I'm fucking with you boo
I hate to see you go though I don't really need a crew
I'm ten toes down like the bottom of my shoe

[Verse 1]
Okay
Racks in my jeans I got racks in my backpack
Told that bitch to leave
She ain't nothin' but a nat nat
I ain't got no pressure with ya baby
I don't have that
Oh, you want some thirty-inch bundles?
What's your cash app
Twelve get behind me
I ain't trippin' this a scat pack (Skrr)
I just got into it with my dog but we past that
I be in the lab going hard, I'm a lab rat
She a whole snack, face cute and her ass fat