Young Cash Getta

Huh, huh, facts, facts, facts, yeah, yeah
I make money in my sleep, es shit easy as the fuck
It don't take a lot of nothin, little nah, little cut
I can show you three steps to turn that dog into a mutt
I done seen that money turn a home body to a slut
Probably did a hundred dicks, fuck I look like tryna cuff
Work the trap phone I don't punch, most these niggas fake as fuck
Transform like Shia LaBeouf, we got snowin' like the bluff
I keep pushin' all this weight, four for ten and I can't punt
I'm a young cash getter, bag flipper, bad nigga
I done fell off with that bag and I done ran past niggas
How you gang but you a snake, I can't put it past niggas
She just want a bad boy, I ain't like her last nigga
All my niggas know is ball, shoulda signed up for the pistons
How the fuck I'm hard to find, I'm in the hood like transmission
I keep steppin' on this zip, it look like I'm kick flippin
It's like five in the morning, I can't sleep, bitch, I been grittin
Yeah, I'm tied in with the mob, it took risks to get this shit
Broke my wrist over the bowl, I pray to God this get us rich
I don't really got no trust, they take a mile, you give a inch
Play this shit like Nino Brown, I can't go soft about a bitch
I'm a young cash getter, bag flipper, bad nigga
I done fell off with that bag and I done ran past niggas
Had you gang but you a snake, I can't put it past niggas
She just want a bad boy, I ain't like her last nigga