Cashier Fresh - Before lyrics

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Cashier Fresh - Before lyrics

[Intro] Yo, yeah Straight like that, long like that, n***a f** the horse that you rode in on cause we floated in [Hook] Aye, f**ing with me she gonna have some sh** that she never had before f**in' with you she was catching the bus and her bands are low I text her phone and I told her “we out” And she grabbed her coat (Come on little hoe) You see the way that she act around me And you're mad, I know, I know [Verse 1] Girl is addicted to me, my name on her phone is “The Lean” Buying her sh** like I'm trappin' but truthfully, money is clean She don't f** with you no more She's seeing the way that you roll Three hundred that's spent on a belt But your a** still walk to the store Fortunately I cannot relate, I mention you then she sour face The top of the game is just our place Your words stuck in bottom like southern states Somewhere, robbed one over where my brother stay I cannot explain tears on my cousin's face Dodging the feds, man, I know there's another way Could finesse you but yeah, that's the trouble way [Interlude] That's the trouble way Yeah, that's the trouble way That's the trouble way Jumping and dodging the feds I know there's another way I could finesse you out of all of your bags But that's that's the trouble way That's the trouble way I guess that's the trouble way I guess that's the trouble way [Hook] Aye, f**ing with me she gonna have some sh** that she never had before f**in' with you she was catching the bus and her bands are low I text her phone and I told her “we out” And she grabbed her coat (Come on little hoe) You see the way that she act around me And you're mad, I know, I know Aye, f**ing with me she gonna have some sh** that she never had before f**in' with you she was catching the bus and her bands are low I text her phone and I told her “we out” And she grabbed her coat (Come on little hoe) You see the way that she act around me And you're mad, I know, I know [Verse 2] Truthfully I got kicked out of school for my truancy At my funeral, people don't eulogy Just throw bands in the air to a Future beat Aye, f** up some commas I got dirty sprite and dirty logic Got two molly services behind me Bring the UZI out and DJ Drama Word to my momma Going broke is not an option Told my pop I'm not a doctor I'm way too high for me to spot you n***as out here is just out here jocking my sh** And they running away with it I call up [?] my shooters to spot your medulla Put holes ‘til your brain splitting No, sir, not okay with it I look at my swag and you're gay with it I'm looking for money, you're looking for fame When your done we can change n***a No, sir, not okay with it You check my swag and you went gay with it I'm looking for money, you're looking for fame Any day we can change [Hook] Aye, f**ing with me she gonna have some sh** that she never had before f**in' with you she was catching the bus and her bands are low I text her phone and I told her “we out” And she grabbed her coat (Come on little hoe) You see the way that she act around me And you're mad, I know, I know Aye, f**ing with me she gonna have some sh** that she never had before f**in' with you she was catching the bus and her bands are low I text her phone and I told her “we out” And she grabbed her coat (Come on little hoe) You see the way that she act around me And you're mad, I know, I know [Outro] You mad my n***a She never had before Her bands are low Come on little hoe You mad my n***a You mad my n***a You mad my n***a You mad my n***a

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