Dee Watkins – Cash App lyrics
(Ft. Jackboy)


What’s your Cash App
What’s your Cash App
B****, what’s your Cash App
Don’t be trippin’ off a Cash App
B****, what’s your Cash App
All that paper What’s your cash app
Lil’ D
Uh

They like damn, what the f***
How you do that?
They tellin’ me to deal with the tool
I say “Screw that”
But put the guns down I have beat a n**** blue, black
I been there had a tik, no IG
But you knew that
Yeah you motherfuckin’ knew
Hell yeah, b**** you knew
I took the condom off
Cause I’m f****** with you boo
I hate to see you go though I don’t really need a crew
I’m ten toes down like the bottom of my shoe

Ok
Racks in my jeans I got racks in my backpack
Told that b**** to leave
She ain’t nothin’ but a knack, knack
I ain’t got no pressure with ya baby
I don’t have that
Oh, you want some thirty-inch bundles?
What’s your cash app
Twelve get behind me
I ain’t trippin’ this a scat pack
I just got into it with my doll but we past that
I be in the lab going hard on my lab rat
She a whole [?] face cute in the a** vat
Damn, why your b**** won’t leave me alone
Uh, why she keep on blowing up my phone
Uh, I’m a crop ’em out and get ’em goin’
I won’t make you famous I won’t diss you in no song
I’m rolling, pencil totin’, window pokin’
Smokin’, got me talkin’, this important
Hold it, don’t let him in the building
I don’t know him
Roll him, like a Backwood, I’ma smoke him

They like damn, what the f***
How you do that?
They tellin’ me to deal with the tool
I say “Screw that”
But put the guns down I have beat a n**** blue, black
I been there had a tik, no IG
But you knew that
Yeah you motherfuckin’ knew
Hell yeah, b**** you knew
I took the condom off
Cause I’m f****** with you boo
I hate to see you go though I don’t really need a crew
I’m ten toes down like the bottom of my shoe

I f*** for every yeah
[?]
Type of n**** to f*** her raw and fill her up with plan-B’s
Type of n**** to f*** her raw until act like she don’t know me
Type of n**** when I’m through with her she do the hommies
I’m the typpe of n**** I don’t know what to do with ’em
I keep it on me
Ridin’ in the space, cool, [?] I’m lonely
Parkas on, overweight you n***** gettin’ boney
Parkas on, he ran the plates, they need a shine to clone me
Uh-uh, you n***** can’t come in
Just spent 20k camo-fied [?] outfit
We flyin’ PJ booth from the project
I put cheese on your head like Aaron Rodgers
You think I’m in the fashion
I be throwin’ bullets, Lamar Jackson
Runnin in the Philly, you in traffic
[?]
[?] flaggin’
My n**** took the hit and the wagon

They like damn, what the f***
How you do that?
They tellin’ me to deal with the tool
I say “Screw that”
But put the guns down I have beat a n**** blue, black
I been there had a tik, no IG
But you knew that
Yeah you motherfuckin’ knew
Hell yeah, b**** you knew
I took the condom off
Cause I’m f****** with you boo
I hate to see you go though I don’t really need a crew
I’m ten toes down like the bottom of my shoe