Cashcow

6AM just left the trap house
Billy don't trust shit he got the mack out
Bad bitches wanna hear my tracks now
Slip my disc right before I blow her back out
I'm in my bag now
Look for what it's worth, motherfucka I'm a cash cow
Look for what it's worth I'm a cash cow
Told Kutt let's get it then go cash out, aye
Aye, I'm in my bag now, I'm in my bag (I'm in my bag)
I'm in my bag now
Hey I can brag now cause I'm in my bag now
You probably in your bag motherfucker
But it's the trash style
Ratchet Azz Zilla, yea I'm back now
Walked up in the club, skipped the pat down
Adlibbing niggas in the background
Hush up with that noise before you packed out
Stopped at B.P. to pass the gas round
Loud up in the trunk make the speakers wanna match sounds
Lucky got my back, he never back down (I swear)
He'll smack a nigga like he battle rap now
URL mans it's in your DNA
Your mans can't shine until you free the wave
My crew in the vision if I see the play
Then we get up gettin chips
It ain't free to lay
I just fucked a bad bitch until she screamed olay
Had her hitting high notes just like Michel'le
Put something in her heart, this aint no Beats by Dre
Before the aftermath, I had to get away, aye
Aye I'm in my bag now
Look for what it's worth, motherfucka I'm a cash cow
Look for what it's worth I'm a cash cow
Told Kutt let's get it then go cash out
I'm in my bag now, I'm in my bag now
I'm in my bag now
You probably in your bag motherfucker
But it's the trash style
Aye
I'm getting hefty with it
A nigga just left home, it's probably best he didn't
Cause I'm cumming either way like the Metro with it
She wanna kick it like Ronaldo but she Messi with it
She from Louisiana so I gave that bitch the boot
Treat these hoes like hobbies, they just something to do
Got a new bitch on my line, she say she 22
Aye, you's a young ma, I hit her with that ooouuu
I'm only chasing cougars now that bring them commas in
I'm talking bitches old enough to be my momma's friends
I'm talking bitches with something to lose that don't bring drama in
I'm talking bitches that ball, not no Juana man
I need a hundred bands like a marching competition
Bitch I'm deep goated like my son fucking Larsa Pippen
Hoes want to post me on their story, they don't get the image
I got a girl back at home, so I'm not too photogenic
Bitch I'm winning, been winning
Now I'm trying to up the score
Now I gotta pop my shit because they got me in that mode
I'm hotter than a stove in the house with the gas off
I ain't gotta brag, yall know I rap my ass off
Bitch tell me she on her period then I sagged off
Texted her back a football, baby
Hit me when them pads off
I'm deep up in my bag like I'm looking for the keys
Had to press down on the gas just to get back up to speed
Now I'm back and my posture straight
Hoe it cost to play
Putting the city on the map but they thought I lost the way
Gave my heart away
Had to get pennies the harder way
Now I got the green light just wish I could show Rod the wave
I'm hot today
This that August heat but I got August beat
Modestly if you ain't steak, you can't be raw as me
Done got enough chicken now
Nigga I'm with all the beef
I'm that nigga, been that nigga
Bitch it ain't too hard to see I'm in my bag now
I'm in my bag now
Hey I can brag now
Cause I'm in my bag now