Cash *** by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Release date: July 25, 2025
Album: MASA
Genre: Rap
Label: Never Broke Again & Motown Records
Rotate three-sixty (This is a KTOE beat?)
Lace up, too trippy
Won’t wait for Alice in Emerald City
Worship the mother, the father, the city
Alice and Cindy, Emerald City
Fine, all of my hoes dimes
Black and yellow, Optimus Prime
Me don’t do no nine-to-five
Birkin yellow, Birkin lime
You ain’t got to tell the shorty, know that she a bad ***
Ride in that Brabus, they know that we havin’, we poppin’ that cash ***
I’m back in that mode, I’m back on my ***
I’m back on the road, in back of that ‘Bach
With a kit on a stick, I’m back on these hoes
Returnin’ from dead, tell these niggas let’s get it
I don’t let nobody drink my lean
I don’t let nobody hold my stick
I don’t let nobody drive my ***
Already know I pop my ***
Already know I hit me licks
Already know lil’ bro my twin
Already know I’m buyin’ her SKIMS
Already know that I already know
Already know that I’m holdin’ a Gen
Shorty just hit me, she asked what I’m doin’ and I told her I’m boolin’, I’m on it again (Yeah, slatt)
I got a drum on the .308
I got a burden on top of my heart
I got a drop, I ain’t showin’ up late
I got his name on a bullet that I done went stuffed in a K (Brr, boom, boom, boom)
I know lil’ mama ain’t with it, so just stay the *** out my face
Championship it, the ring (Woah, woah)
I got ’em on point like a beam (Woah, woah)
I got that medical, part of my schedule
Got her on jiggaboo, back of the yellow coupe
***, better tell the truth, you got a second boo
Tote on that hammer, pull up on the set and shoot
She from Atlanta, she know I got hella loot
Told me she headed to go look for some baby food
Rotate three-sixty
Lace up, too trippy
Woah
Fine, all of my hoes dimes
Black and yellow, Optimus Prime
Me don’t do no nine-to-five
Birkin yellow, Birkin lime
You ain’t got to tell the shorty, know that she a bad *** (A bad ***)
Ride in that Brabus, they know that we havin’, we poppin’ that cash ***
I’m poppin’ that cash ***
Poppin’ that cash ***
Poppin’ that cash ***
I’m poppin’ that cash ***
Baby, I’m a rich ***
I’m poppin’ that cash ***
She poppin’ this cash ***
She poppin’ that cash ***
She poppin’ her ***
Rotate three-sixty
Lace up, too trippy
Won’t wait for Alice in Emerald City
Worship the mother, the father, the city
Alice and Cindy, Emerald City