[Intro: Cash Kidd]
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[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
I told her I just want some brain from her
She said, "Don't cum on me like that", then I came on her
Now her face white like a slave owner
She said ayy since I got some hoes, I done changed on her
Bitch, fuck you mean? I been that n***a since elementary
These bitches fuck with me heavy like a bag of pennies
Think I'm danglin' if you want with that metal with me
Extendo clip hangin' like saggin' titties
I'ma tell y'all right now, I ain't finna argue
Run up on me, I'ma have to blow you like hot food
Bitch try to set me up, then I'ma rob you
Shit, what goes around comes around like a drive-thru
Fuck you mean? I been shittin', why would I boost?
Since a lil' n***a I ball, I'm Caillou
Your bitch gave me her heart like John Cube
When I'm in that pussy, X murda up, Ja Rule (Too Real DJs, biatch)
Fuck you n***as sayin'?

[Chorus: Motown Ty & Cash Kidd]
Fuck you mean? I've been doin' my thing
My whole life, my whole life (Fuck you mean? I've been shittin', n***a)
Ain't shit gon' change
'Cause I been this way
My whole life, my whole life
(DJ Young Sha)
[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
He said, "Marc, you got plenty hoes"
So why you keep askin' me to give you dome?
So you could talk about me in your lil' songs
About how I gave you head, then you just sent me home?
Bitch, fuck you mean? My whole squad flexin'
White buffs, white Trues, I look like ranch the way I'm dressin'
Pockets fat, but they not pregnant, each song, I eat it like Bob Evans
I'm goin' hard, spittin' bars, bitch, whip a hat like John Legend
It's M Block, n***a, ask about us
Ain't shit sweet like Baskin-Robbins
I'll have your bitch on camera wildin'
Then show my bitches to laugh about it
Ridin' in the coupe, Batman and Robin, fuck with me, I'ma stamp like crabs and lobsters
Fuck your mama, I'ma smack your mama, hate feelin' sick like Magic Johnson
I swear, these n***as talkin' crazy
Ain't they the only ones gettin' money 'round this bitch? I'ma show you n***as
Been fuckin' hoes, been rockin' shows
My n***a, we've been doin' all this shit, you n***as ain't the only n***as
Fuck you n***as sayin'?

[Chorus: Motown Ty, Cash Kidd & Icewear Vezzo]
Fuck you mean? I've been doin' my thing
My whole life, my whole life (Fuck you mean? I've been shittin', n***a)
Ain't shit gon' change
'Cause I been this way (Icewear)
My whole life (Yeah, Cash Kidd), my whole life (What?)
[Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, told her I just want the face on her
She told me come right over, then I came on her (Ha)
Yeah, gave that ho a chain, I'm a slave owner
Then told the bitch get on her knees, then I prayed on her
Make a bitch scream, been fuckin' hoes as I had the law
The streets love me, this shit real like the cameras off
The Tommy look like a big wheel with the handles off
Rob a n***a, we just want the cake, throw the candles off
I'ma tell y'all right now, this shit ain't debatable
My shooter come and tighten n***as up like a cable poster
Burner on the side of the pallet, put it ain't a holster
Start shootin', they won't even see it like the K a ghost
Fuck pros, skrrt in the Escalade with the window down
Showed the Rollie like fuck n***a, I been around
You ain't got no car, that's why you ridin' that rental 'round
They callin' me for lean, I'm buyin' up all the shit in town
N***a

[Chorus: Motown Ty & Icewear Vezzo & Cash Kidd]
Fuck you mean? (Yeah) I've been doin' my thing
My whole life, my whole life (Fuck you mean? I've been shittin', n***a)
Ain't shit gon' change
'Cause I been this way
My whole life, my whole life
[Post-Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Uh, I'm these lil' n***as' influence
All these hoes n***as brag about, we ran through 'em
Fell off and bounced back, I done been through it
All this big shit these n***as talk about we been doin'
Yeah, I'm these lil' n***as' influence
All these hoes n***as brag about, we ran through 'em
Fell off and bounced back, I done been through it
All this big shit these n***as talk about we been doin'
Yeah, yeah