May 8th Cash Kidd

(I'm Kured!)

Just the pants and a shirt, damn near cost a nickel
Been broke all your life, you ain't gon' ever solve the riddle
She throw the neck for everybody, she the artificial
These niggas never drop shit like they argumentive

Pull up to the scene, they like "there go Marc' bitch."
If getting money is a must, then I can't smell your armpit
Same bitch you hatin' on me to gon' fuck me off rip
Used to wear my dawg shit, now I'm up dog shit

Can't leave the game, bitch, I'm knee-deep
Never needed hoes, bitches need me
Just took a trip to Arizona, not the sweet tea
Stop tryna do fraud, but it's hard when everything free

Just fucked the shit out your thot, to a deep sleep
Nigga don't get beat by the chop, like Chief Keef
Swan, that's my brother, you see him then you gon' see me
SWV, I'm the reason your bitch knees weak

You might catch me daydreaming, cause I stay scheming
Nigga you a fake demon, your bitch late creepin'
When you call, she fake sleepin' while she taste semen
Countin' money I keep prayin', have to thank Jesus