JHOLIDAY 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Cash Cobain]
Said she looking for a n*gga with money, well I'm already Cash, b*tch (Yup)
Don't got no time for no wack b*tch
Top floor cash, b*tch, top floor mad b*tch (Nope)
pus*y was better than average
Hit that, now her ex n*gga want static (Yup)
f*ck with a slizzy, then dab us
f*ck with a slizzy, have b*tches, the maddest (Yup)
My b*tch she was skinny, but now she got mad thick (Yup)
My b*tch she was skinny, but now she got thick ate her rice and her cabbage (Yup)
She wanna fight every b*tch ever had it (Yup)
She wanna fight every b*tch ever had it, she see my ex she attack it (Woo)
She want a n*gga with money, well I'm already Cash, b*tch
Already come with a bag (Yup)
Already come with a tag (Yup)
I don't want nothing you had (Nope)
[?] something you had
She put the clip, put the gun in her bag
Get to the crib, put my tongue in her ass (Yup)
My b*tch, she look good, but you know she a baddie (Yup)
Hit from the back call me daddy
Top 5 slizzy, no top 5 nasty (Yup)
And her ass fat, got the jatty
She got the cake, I be calling her Patty (Yup)
She said you lucky to have me, lucky you bagged me, lucky to rag me (Yup)
n*gga, what else?
b*tch send the addy
I got a Glock in my lappy (Yup)
You post a picture, baby, make sure you tag me (Yup)
You post a picture on your story, I'll react it (Yup)
I see a opp in the spot then you know that I'm clapping
[Verse 2: Chow Lee]
I saw my thot in the spot with a n*gga
I walk up and smack her ass cause I'm a savage (Ahh)
I got a Glock in my Mackage (Nah)
This not a regular jacket (Nah)
I don't got regular swag b*tch
That's why the bad b*tches jack it (Yup)
She wanna f*ck with me, but I told her bring her friend cause the friend was the baddest (Yup)
I wanna-
I wanna fight your father n*gga, who her daddy?
I'm on BT, that mean bad time
I got a gun so I sent her the addy (Ahh)
I dare a n*gga to pull up and think he gon take anything, sh*t gon end very badly (Yup)
I pull up she got a blowup bed (Swear)
I ain't boujee
I f*ck that b*tch, and I blew her back (Okay)
I do not judge, I'm not Judy
She tucking my gun, and it's hitting her coochie
Gangster, and I'm in love with this smoochie (Yup)
I know I sound like a groupie (Yup)
I'm sorry, that pus*y was good good, the bestest
That pus*y was good good (Yup)