Genuine & Chill lyrics

[Intro: Jayboe]
Oh, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh
'Boe, Lil' 'Boe
Uh, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Jayboe]
You ain't got cash, get the f*ck out my face
I can't believe it, I woke up in L.A
Like it's my birthday, all I want is cake, ay
She gonna call me like I'm on the way, ay
You ain't got cash, get the f*ck out my face
I can't believe it, I woke up in L.A
Like it's my birthday, all I want is cake, ay
She gonna call me like I'm on the way, ay

[Verse: Jayboe]
I got the Soss, I'm on my bag, I wanna say
She blowin' my phone, declining her call, and callin' her back
Ay, I want the cash, I want that, I want this
Ay, feelin' like Carti, ay, I woke up like this
I got a solid P.L
Walk in that b*tch and that b*tch gon' step, huh
b*tch, she gon' call on my phone, tryna pull up, I'm not even there
Yeah, yeah, take what I got and it's on
None of my n*ggas ain't got no chill, ay
Watch me give them hell, ay
I want a Goyard belt
I ain't meant to text her, I'm all in for flexin'
It's crazy, I was dressin'
Pi'erre the Soss, thank God, he blessed me
Smooth too slick, can't catch me
Yo' b*tch, it's free, she nasty
I stayed and watched him pass me
Went by him, now I'm laughin' at 'em
[Chorus: Jayboe]
You ain't got cash, get the f*ck out my face
I can't believe it, I woke up in L.A
Like it's my birthday, all I want is cake, ay
She gonna call me like I'm on the way, ay
You ain't got cash, get the f*ck out my face
I can't believe it, I woke up in L.A
Like it's my birthday, all I want is cake, ay
She gonna call me like I'm on the way, ay

[Verse: Pi'erre Bourne]
I'm livin' la vida loca
She givin' in it like a choker (Ohh)
Put it in like a holster (Ohh)
Put it in, like a toaster (Ohh)
Put [?] (Ouh)
All the time it's this (Ouh)
She play games with me (Ouh)
Say the sh*t that's this (Ouh)
She just want my jeans (Ouh)
She ain't even wanna chill (Ouh)
She just want my kiss (Ouh)
Why I [?]? (Ohh, ouuh)


[Chorus: Jayboe & Pi'erre Bourne]
You ain't got cash, get the f*ck out my face (Ouh)
I can't believe it, I woke up in L.A. (Ouh)
Like it's my birthday, all I want is cake, ay (Ouh)
She gonna call me like I'm on the way, ay (Ohh, oh)
You ain't got cash, get the f*ck out my face (Ouh)
I can't believe it, I woke up in L.A. (Ouh)
Like it's my birthday, all I want is cake, ay (Ouh)
She gonna call me like I'm on the way, ay (Ohh, oh)