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[Intro: Cash Kidd]
n*ggas out here tryna take credit for sh*t we did
Let n*ggas get out there, feel me?
Long as the job get done
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Yeah, extra extra, read about it
Yeah, I can't really vouch for these n*ggas like that, I know we about it
Yeah, said she wanna f*ck, wait a minute, hold up, let me think about it
Yeah, I ain't tryna cuff, b*tch, your mouth the only thing gon' get a ring around it, yeah
Yeah, jail call, told bro he got a dub waitin' and he geeked about it
Yeah, I done felt so much pain, somеtimes, I want to sing about it
Yeah, n*ggas play internеt games with the smoke, want to tweet about it
Yeah, if it's ever up, n*gga, it's forever stuck, we don't speak about it
Just be about it

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Yeah, still bein' cheap about it
Yeah, actin' like I'm broke, I just tucked off two hundred fifty thousand
Yeah, I ain't goin' back, I was down, they act like they ain't seen me drownin'
Yeah, motherf*ck a key, now this b*tch push-to-start like a drinking fountain
Please shut the f*ck up, why you keep on talkin' to me and you see me countin'?
Yeah, I don't never watch it, why the f*ck I'm getting this hundred-inch TV mounted?
Yeah, ran up a hundred off unemployment fraud, n*gga, send the routing
Yeah, record labels blowing up my phone, can't answer 'cause I'm in the mountains
Shh, we ain't gon' speak about it
[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Yeah, extra extra, read about it
Yeah, I can't really vouch for these n*ggas like that, I know we about it
Yeah, said she wanna f*ck, wait a minute, hold up, let me think about it
Yeah, I ain't tryna cuff, b*tch, your mouth the only thing gon' get a ring around it, yeah
Yeah, jail call, told bro he got a dub waitin' and he geeked about it
Yeah, I done felt so much pain, sometimes, I want to sing about it
Yeah, n*ggas play internet games with the smoke, want to tweet about it
Yeah, if it's ever up, n*gga, it's forever stuck, we don't speak about it
Just be about it

[Verse 2: Lil Bean]
Too exclusive
Brother call, got that sh*t on me, it ain't dookie
Los from the 9 probably pouring something stupid
Ever since they did that racist sh*t, it ain't Gucci
We don't speak about it
I ain't hard to find, n*ggas thinking that we tucked, n*gga, we around
Yeah, we around, yeah
I'm the reason
b*tch probably mad her baby daddy want to be me
Probably more mad I only let the b*tch eat me
sh*t, don't wanna hit it if it's easy
I'm 'bout to start treatin' motherf*ckers how they treat me
It's only real love when they sayin' R.I.P. me
The Louis pouch hold the FN like it's legal
n*gga feelin' froggy, we might leave him where we meet him
[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Yeah, extra extra, read about it
Yeah, I can't really vouch for these n*ggas like that, I know we about it
Yeah, said she wanna f*ck, wait a minute, hold up, let me think about it
Yeah, I ain't tryna cuff, b*tch, your mouth the only thing gon' get a ring around it, yeah
Yeah, jail call, told bro he got a dub waitin' and he geeked about it
Yeah, I done felt so much pain, sometimes, I want to sing about it (Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Yeah, n*ggas play internet games with the smoke, want to tweet about it
Yeah, if it's ever up, n*gga, it's forever stuck, we don't speak about it