You know Lucci on some other shit

I got cash in these skinny jeans (whoa damn whoa)
Lil' bitch, you ain't a friend of me (but you know dat doe, whoa, whoa)
Moon-walking on my haters like I'm Billie Jean (whoa)
I got cash in these skinny jeans (whoa shit whoa)

Ey, I pull up and Lucci got the other rock
How you got a attitude and you are just a 5
My girl a Apple, you a Dell
That's why I'm only sayin' hello from the other side
You know me, I'm the motherfucking shit
Shoot your tongue out your mouth, watch me hit a fucking lick
Next up, zero in my muh'fucking wrist
Don't leave your girl round me, I'm Usher Raymond in this bitch
Pull like I'm postal yeah, confused where we throw 'em at
Thing where the Rover at, my niggas gon' crack it back
I never told them that and we cannot hold 'em back
Blam, to the back of the bus where they want Rosa Parks at
I know you see me, you sending shot - I ignore that
I'm flexing in this bitch and your girlfriend adore that
You tryna play this game and get your girlfriend took
You can have her if you can get the bish to look
I ain't tripping lil' nigga

I got cash in these skinny jeans (whoa damn whoa)
Lil' bitch, you ain't a friend of me (but you know dat doe, whoa, whoa)
Moon-walking on my haters like I'm Billie Jean (whoa)
I got cash in these skinny jeans (whoa shit whoa)

I pull out the car with the cash in these jeans
Young, hot nigga, I'm nine hundred degrees
Got rid of the Bentley 'cause I wasn't really feeling it
I'ma buy a Ghost to be involved with Halloween
I ain't seen my backyard ever since I bought the place
I want to shop, these clothes, I just contact your place
A pair for 30k, I don't care about the check
I just want my front cleared, that's my damn parking space
I'm driving on the road like a asshole
I'm from here, I don't need no map hoe
My all car black on black tho, so black it should have a name in a afro
Holla at your muh'fucking boy when you see him
Black white, Ying Yang , twins BM BM
Ay, and she know, when I call, it's for the check
Collect caller, when I call, it's to collect, yeah

I got cash in these skinny jeans (whoa damn whoa)
Lil' bitch, you ain't a friend of me (but you know dat doe, whoa, whoa)
Moon-walking on my haters like I'm Billie Jean (whoa)
I got cash in these skinny jeans (whoa shit whoa)
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Cash Jeans Lyrics

Sage The Gemini – Cash Jeans Lyrics

Songwriters: DOMINIC WYNN WOODS
Cash Jeans lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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