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Crybaby Cash - Gladys Lyrics



Crybaby Cash - Gladys Lyrics




Backwood imported I'm jocing my shorty
I just bought a foreign I'm feelin important (Skrt)
I profile a house but I ain't pay the mortgage
I tried to flip shorty but she wasn't for it
I burn in the mornin I'm rollin a forest
I treat the grower just like he a store (Yup)
The ticket get better the more you go north
She think I'm a god but no I ain't Norse (Uh)
Defense (Ooh)
Big choppas on me for defense (Pew)
Nigga might ruin your whole weekend (Weekend)
Got a bad bitch get to freakin' (Freak)
Mmm-yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Servin a nigga like soup kitchen (Do)
I'll pull up with the roof missing (Ooh)
I'll pull up with your boo missing (Boo) yea (Ooh)
Bae just want taste it, cause I got this paper
She like when I'm up but I like when she naked
These niggas play with me I go get my laser
I'm rapping on beat but I still like blue faces
Mm-you know you tapped in if your plug is Asian
I told her bring friends, this shit could get crazy
A CPN Benz I don't gotta pay it
Moonrock got me feeling jaded
F*ck up a check and go crazy
You in jail but your bitch had a baby
Need my pockets all blue like its Navy
I got water and straps like I'm Navy
Ima pull up and spray it not say it
Giving game I don't think ima play it
Put this ice in my mouth Himalay- it
In the east ima call up my yea
Bankroll, I'm feelin fresh with a bankroll
I'm changing sounds like I change lanes
I'm changing lanes like I change clothes
Just put a down payment on Range Rove-
But that shit not in my name though
My mouth the same color as rain though
Mm- if I hit it I might need a raincoat
Kinda dumb but she giving me brain though
Smoking skittles can you taste the rainbow
F*cked up when I put my trust in a lame hoe
Ran it up got tired of wearing the same clothes
Yea you got bitches but do you got change though
Fine in highschool but you don't look the same though
Don't know Aubrey but I got the Draco
Ima call up my shooter he gon' let it ring though, yea
When she find out you next she gon' start acting different, yea
My gun having a baby and I think that bitch started kicking, yea
Had to drop my ol' lady she caught me DMing some bitches
And she started tripping, yea
Check the tracking hope the pack don't go missing
But it always land when I send
I got some niggas asking for pens
If you pull up ima ask where your friends
She not in love she need regular dick
Why hoes be asking me if I got kids?
Mm- yea
Two seater got two freaks in the Benz
Sickworld I put Leak on the lens
I still don't speak to my dad, uh
I'm tryna run up these bands, uh
That's why these niggas get mad, uh
I'm popping all of these tags, uh
I got a bitch with a ass, uh
I give my nigga my last, uh
Come in this bitch tryna flash, uh
They call me Cash cause I got this cash
Bae gettin mad I ain't hit her back
They gettin mad they can't get a bag
F*ck it I stay with a bag, yea
Cause f*ck it I stay in the trap, yea
And f*ck it I stay with a ratchet
Yea, yea
Got a few ladies that stay getting nasty
Yea, yea
And they go all night call em Gladys
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Backwood imported I'm jocing my shorty
I just bought a foreign I'm feelin important (Skrt)
I profile a house but I ain't pay the mortgage
I tried to flip shorty but she wasn't for it
I burn in the mornin I'm rollin a forest
I treat the grower just like he a store (Yup)
The ticket get better the more you go north
She think I'm a god but no I ain't Norse (Uh)
Defense (Ooh)
Big choppas on me for defense (Pew)
Nigga might ruin your whole weekend (Weekend)
Got a bad bitch get to freakin' (Freak)
Mmm-yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Servin a nigga like soup kitchen (Do)
I'll pull up with the roof missing (Ooh)
I'll pull up with your boo missing (Boo) yea (Ooh)
Bae just want taste it, cause I got this paper
She like when I'm up but I like when she naked
These niggas play with me I go get my laser
I'm rapping on beat but I still like blue faces
Mm-you know you tapped in if your plug is Asian
I told her bring friends, this shit could get crazy
A CPN Benz I don't gotta pay it
Moonrock got me feeling jaded
F*ck up a check and go crazy
You in jail but your bitch had a baby
Need my pockets all blue like its Navy
I got water and straps like I'm Navy
Ima pull up and spray it not say it
Giving game I don't think ima play it
Put this ice in my mouth Himalay- it
In the east ima call up my yea
Bankroll, I'm feelin fresh with a bankroll
I'm changing sounds like I change lanes
I'm changing lanes like I change clothes
Just put a down payment on Range Rove-
But that shit not in my name though
My mouth the same color as rain though
Mm- if I hit it I might need a raincoat
Kinda dumb but she giving me brain though
Smoking skittles can you taste the rainbow
F*cked up when I put my trust in a lame hoe
Ran it up got tired of wearing the same clothes
Yea you got bitches but do you got change though
Fine in highschool but you don't look the same though
Don't know Aubrey but I got the Draco
Ima call up my shooter he gon' let it ring though, yea
When she find out you next she gon' start acting different, yea
My gun having a baby and I think that bitch started kicking, yea
Had to drop my ol' lady she caught me DMing some bitches
And she started tripping, yea
Check the tracking hope the pack don't go missing
But it always land when I send
I got some niggas asking for pens
If you pull up ima ask where your friends
She not in love she need regular dick
Why hoes be asking me if I got kids?
Mm- yea
Two seater got two freaks in the Benz
Sickworld I put Leak on the lens
I still don't speak to my dad, uh
I'm tryna run up these bands, uh
That's why these niggas get mad, uh
I'm popping all of these tags, uh
I got a bitch with a ass, uh
I give my nigga my last, uh
Come in this bitch tryna flash, uh
They call me Cash cause I got this cash
Bae gettin mad I ain't hit her back
They gettin mad they can't get a bag
F*ck it I stay with a bag, yea
Cause f*ck it I stay in the trap, yea
And f*ck it I stay with a ratchet
Yea, yea
Got a few ladies that stay getting nasty
Yea, yea
And they go all night call em Gladys
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Writer: Ashton Butler
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