Cash Cobain Attitude

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[Intro: Cash Cobain & Charlie Wilson]
Oh, oh
Fuckin’ that bitch and I make her say— (Oh, oh, oh-oh)
Oh, oh
Tss, fuckin’ that bitch and I make her say— (Oh, oh, oh-oh)

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Hundred twenty mill’, makin’ cash flow (Fuck it up)
I need me a Lamb’ with the ass on it (Ah, ah, ah)
Don’t show me that lil’ booty, put some pants on it (Nah)
But, baby, you get freaky, make her dance on it (Yeah)
Ever since I got money, I got attitude
Can’t be no broke, bitch, I might get mad at you
Can’t be no broke, baby, I might get mad at you (Oh)
Can’t be no ho, nigga, I might just snatch your boo

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
All this shit that I got (Got), I got it straight out the pot
I gotta complete on her body, I’m makin’ it, makin’ it hot
Used to rock Polos and Pradas
Used to put grams in my sock
Used to fuck hoes on the corner
Now, me and baby on a yacht

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Hundred twenty mill’, makin’ cash flow (Fuck it up)
I need me a Lamb’ with the ass on it (Ah, ah, ah)
Don’t show me that lil’ booty, put some pants on it (Nah)
But, baby, you get freaky, make her dance on it (Yeah)
Ever since I got money, I got attitude (Ooh)
Can’t be no broke, bitch, I might get mad at you (Ah)
Can’t be no broke, baby, I might get mad at you (Ha)
Can’t be no ho, nigga, I might just snatch your boo

[Bridge: Don Toliver]
Why you ho’ing again?
You—you—you know I’ll have you cummin’ again
I see you on the dance floor
Ooh, I want me some more, and I’m making it drop

[Interlude: Charlie Wilson]
So, baby, so, baby, so give me good love
So, baby, so, baby, so give me good love

[Verse 2: Cash Cobain & Charlie Wilson]
Tss, I got what you need, niggas can’t fuck with me
You wanna move slizzy? Then come to me
Wanna have fun with me? Like, I’m a rich nigga, no bum in me
I wanna rump, like, rump with me
I fuck her so good, she gon’ cum for me
(Oh, oh-oh)

[Verse 3: Don Toliver & Charlie Wilson]
Orange soda in my lean, I’m Baby Keem
Ring cost a quarter K, it’s five percent when she ride with me (Oh, oh-oh)
It’s like Tia, Tamera, can’t even compare ’em
Nigga, don’t play with the Stones, you play, I dare ya

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Hundred twenty mill’, makin’ cash flow (Fuck it up)
I need me a Lamb’ with the ass on it (Ah, ah, ah)
Don’t show me that lil’ booty, put some pants on it (Nah)
But, baby, you get freaky, make her dance on it (Yeah)
Ever since I got money, I got attitude
Can’t be no broke, bitch, I might get mad at you (Ha)
Can’t be no broke, baby, I might get mad at you (Ha)
Can’t be no ho, nigga, I might just snatch your boo