[Intro]
(You just found the plug)
(I like that, Anton)

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ooh

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Black Friday, I got dick ten percent off
Yeah, I just flee on the cops, I know they ticked off
Yeah, pissed off 'cause his pockets full of lint balls
Yeah, house sittin' on a cliff, I'm a big dog
Yeah, n***as broke and still scared, boy, it's just fraud
Why they hatin' on your baby? Let me get off
Boy, your ass a homebody, you likе Ms. Claus
Ayy, get some motion, n***a
I got rich off hoeing n***as, I'ma keep on hoеing n***as
How the fuck did you fall in love with a homeless n***a?
Yeah, took a n***a bitch, he done cried the ho a river
All my haters look like crackheads, they broke, old, and bitter
Every time I step outside, that shit a motion picture
In one day, I touched more dough than a Jehovah Witness
Ayy, hey, what the fuck you give me, Nell? It taste like bubblegum
I just broke a bitch heart and healed another one
I got twenty thousand on me, stealin' honey buns
Boy, your pockets got skinny, you like Buddy Love
A goofy think I'll let my brother go one-on-one
I got something for his stupid ass right here
Yeah, your bitch dreamed that I stabbed her, this a nightmare
Yeah, I didn't ask for her name, I do not care
Yeah, I didn't ask for her name, I don't give a fuck
Yeah, put a Perc' in her butt, told her, "Giddy up"
Hey, n***a touch one of us, turn the city up
Ayy, I can say what I want now, I'm rich as fuck
I do what I want now, I'm lit as fuck
Hatin' on the Kidd, now he dead as fuck
[Chorus: Cash Kidd & NoCap]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do you love me? She say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: NoCap]
All that dissin', when we catch him, he better wear it like a wig
In Detroit, I know some hustlers, wanted cash since they was kids
Money talk, n***a, you cut off your damn lips
Bro in the cut, he catch a body for a chopped whip
Ain't gangbang, but them hollows got him throwin' up Blood
They caught lil' homie at the light and smoked him just like a bud
You switched on me, but say I'm trippin', how I'm 'posed to react?
If you knew you wasn't gon' come through, why you promised me that?
Ayy, you can't call me by my government
You don't get them privileges like my other bitch
If I didn't fuck the bitch, Foreign fucked the bitch
Draco sittin' in the car, need some punishment
Both of my wrists filled up with ice, two ain't enough arms
Don't try the G.O.A.T, I'll have his mama buying suits for him
I'm on the tour bus with some killers and some pill poppers
Crooked smiles, I got some llamas for you grasshoppers
Beat the cat and call her later, I'm a real problem
Wanna go spin after I ate, but I got mills callin'
No, it wasn't workin', so I just fired her like a manager
Way too bipolar and she be doing the bare minimum
My mother say, "Don't let 'em come back if they don't finish 'em"
My bro be servin' J's on the low, I call 'em Jennifer
Put her in Ferragamo, that's the only way I cuff her
She say she like my rhymes, so it's easy for me to bust her
Send him up to the sky, won't pay if you say you scraped him
One hand on my fork, the other one under the table
I gotta eat with this bitch on me (I gotta eat with this bitch on me)