Cash Slutty Boyz (Ft. Chief Keef, Dew Baby, Lightshow, Meatchi & P. Wild)

[Verse 1: P Wild]
Okay, I started out flexin', ended up finessin'
28 rims with the grams, diamonds bustin'
All I know is work, watch me twerk with the work
Watch me drop a couple blocks
Wash your block with the gloc
Got some bitches on my block, thats gon' set your ass up
Got some shooters on my roster, bet they'll wet your ass up
These bitches call me thirsty, I got liquor in my cup
These niggas think they trapping, but they barley making bucks
I'm a Sluttyboy baby, all you niggas know whats up
All that talking out your mouth is gon get you tossed up in the trunk
I'm with lightshow, Wild, and Chief Keef. GBE, and SB
My real live niggas from the South Side, back to North East

[Chorus: Lightshow]
I like my bitches with an ass on them
She want a nigga with some cash on him
But I ain’t spending cash on her
Unless I'm in the strip club throwing cash on her
We play with choppas, don’t get chopped up
Sucka' niggas can't eat, get that gwaup up
Keep your box, get that top up
I'm a flex till I’m dead, I ain’t locked up

[Verse 2: Dew baby]
Adidas in Atlanta I'm in L.A. kissin' Ella
Diamonds in my pinky and my chain sit on my belly
The shit my shooters shootin' leave you shakin' like a dancer
And if you niggas want some smoke, you're not gon' get the cancer
Run em down, gun sound, yellow tape, no escape
I break the whole thing down and bag the shit that’s on the plate
Money chase the bitches, bitches got to chase the money
I pulled up in the Chrysler just to keep that shit 3 hunna (BEEP)
Icy like the winter but I'm shinning like the summer
And we don’t go nowhere without the sticks we like some drummers
Crack just like a plumber, shootin' pistols like they're jumpers
I don’t know what niggas doing, but I know we doing numbers