[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
I got 99 problems, a bitch ain't one
I've been too busy getting this cheese, I still ain't done
Looking for some compitition, damn, there still ain't none?
She mad as fuck sucking my dick, like damn, you still ain't cum?
Eh my n***a, what's your bitch name on Instagram?
Finna send that bitch some dick pictures, I don't give a damn
Give a fuck if she screenshot me, my shit big as hell
Got so many hoes, got more dimes than a wishing well
I woke up with a dick full of [?]
She put my dick in her mouth, and blew it like an avitar
All these hoes just wanna fuck the n***a with the fastest car
[?] start the whip, it sound like somethin off Gerasic Park
Boy, you a lame, you hang with squares like Patrick Star
Pussy, what's the point in having guns, if you don't have a heart?
I can't let these n***as slide no more, we ain't at the park
At the bar, 'bout to bless a bitch, call me Pastor Mark
All these hoes retarded, [?] too much for me
You think I ain't 'bout that life, then lil n***a, run up and see
Have them wild n***as on your head if you fuck with me
Leave you dead in the back of the car, like a bumble bee

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Man, everywhere I go, it's tension
Damn, I don't even know these n***as
Damn, guess I gotta show these n***as
And I know we winning, 'cause they team [?] go against us
They say I think I'm the shit, bitch, you damn right
They say I'm feeling myself, bitch, you damn right
Counting money, getting bands, all damn night
Yeah, I'm the man and I know it, bitch, you damn right
[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Damn, R.I.P. Jef, gone too soon
For him, I gotta hit somebody bitch every blue moonG
Getting head with my buffs on, I'm feeling too cool
Fucked the bitch once, then I'm skating like new new
The realest youngest n***a doing it, them n***as foo foo
If I see a fucking opp, up my Glock, [?] gon' shoot too
Pockets fat as Broose Broose, full of paper like new shoes
Boy, you talking to an animal, like Blue's Clues
These n***as say they on my head, we can meet wherever
And every n***a you came with , can R.I.P. together
Got your baby mama feeling special, she my freak forever
Take my n***as everywhere with me, we gon' eat together
Heard you n***as talking down to hoes, but I don't know these n***as
New buffs, chocolate everywhere, I got the golden ticket
Got a lot of toys, like The Grinch when he stolen Christmas
And even your bitch can get her top blew like Homer Simpson

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Man, everywhere I go, it's tension
Damn, I don't even know these n***as
Damn, guess I gotta show these n***as
And I know we winning, 'cause they team [?] go against us
They say I think I'm the shit, bitch, you damn right
They say I'm feeling myself, bitch, you damn right
Counting money, getting bands, all damn night
Yeah, I'm the man and I know it, bitch, you damn right
[Verse 3: Dbc Kiddo]
Damn right, I fucked your bitch, all damn night
I'm from the west, she from the east, I picked her up on [?]
She the best, she a freak, choosing teams like [?]
But I'm maried to the game, [?]
You cash a bitch, but I'd rather get my man right
And you a bitch, if you sit and watch your man fight
Bands right in my pocket, [?]
These n***as rookys, and they dealing with a vet G
Grown man shit, coward [?] shit
[?] who you think you playing with?
Got [?] fuck the transcript
And I ain't never show up, but I ran shit
Kidd and Cash Kidd, from the west to east
Never finish my plate, so all the rest can eat
Just be a real n***a, that's the recipe
But being a n***a like me, you can never be


[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Man, everywhere I go, it's tension
Damn, I don't even know these n***as
Damn, guess I gotta show these n***as
And I know we winning, 'cause they team [?] go against us
They say I think I'm the shit, bitch, you damn right
They say I'm feeling myself, bitch, you damn right
Counting money, getting bands, all damn night
Yeah, I'm the man and I know it, bitch, you damn right