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cash shit - youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
rotate three*sixty (this is a ktoe beat?)
lace up, too trippy
won’t wait for alice in emerald city
worship the mother, the father, the city
alice and cindy, emerald city

[chorus]
fine, all of my hoes dimes
black and yellow, optimus prime
me don’t do no nine*to*five
birkin yellow, birkin lime
you ain’t got to tell the shorty, know that she a bad b*tch
ride in that brabus, they know that we havin’, we poppin’ that cash sh*t

[verse]
i’m back in that mode, i’m back on my sh*t
i’m back on the road, in back of that ‘bach
with a kit on a stick, i’m back on these hoes
returnin’ from dead, tell these n*ggas let’s get it
i don’t let n0body drink my lean
i don’t let n0body hold my stick
i don’t let n0body drive my sh*t
already know i pop my sh*t
already know i hit me l!cks
already know lil’ bro my twin
already know i’m buyin’ her skims
already know that i already know
already know that i’m holdin’ a gen
shorty just hit me, she asked what i’m doin’ and i told her i’m boolin’, i’m on it again (yeah, slatt)
i got a drum on the .308
i got a burden on top of my heart
i got a drop, i ain’t showin’ up late
i got his name on a bullet that i done went stuffed in a k (brr, boom, boom, boom)
i know lil’ mama ain’t with it, so just stay the f*ck out my face
championship it, the ring (woah, woah)
i got ’em on point like a beam (woah, woah)
i got that medical, part of my schedule
got her on jiggaboo, back of the yellow coupe
b*tch, better tell the truth, you got a second boo
tote on that hammer, pull up on the set and shoot
she from atlanta, she know i got h*lla loot
told me she headed to go look for some baby food
[bridge]
rotate three*sixty
lace up, too trippy
woah

[chorus]
fine, all of my hoes dimes
black and yellow, optimus prime
me don’t do no nine*to*five
birkin yellow, birkin lime
you ain’t got to tell the shorty, know that she a bad b*tch (a bad b*tch)
ride in that brabus, they know that we havin’, we poppin’ that cash sh*t

[bridge]
i’m poppin’ that cash sh*t
poppin’ that cash sh*t
poppin’ that cash sh*t
i’m poppin’ that cash sh*t
baby, i’m a rich n*gga
i’m poppin’ that cash sh*t
she poppin’ this cash sh*t
she poppin’ that cash sh*t
she poppin’ her sh*t

[outro]
rotate three*sixty
lace up, too trippy
won’t wait for alice in emerald city
worship the mother, the father, the city
alice and cindy, emerald city

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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