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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
xofilo
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
morgan filo
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Pixel Hood
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Stackin’ up my Cash App, Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Cash App
Stackin’ up my Cash App, Cash App
Stackin’ up my Cash App, Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Cash App
Stackin’ up my Cash App, stackin’ up my Cash App
Got blue hair, but I’m not Miku
Keep my circle small, I don’t need you
Fake bullshit, I can always see through
Check out my new top, it’s see-through
I’m not a princess, but I got that peach
I’m livin’ in your small head rent-free
Posted with my iPhone like iJustine
Boys with a lot of cash make me cream
You can’t get my autograph, keep stackin’ up my Cash App
Bitches switch up on me, then they always wanna backtrack
I’m done givin’ handouts, bitch, I’m already past that
Your life is a joke, that shit really need a laugh track
I’m a fiend for all this money like I’m Natsumi
I’ma be a superstar and fulfill my prophecy
Got a itty-bitty waist, hella cake in the back
Everybody hating ‘cause they don’t got a bag
I get the paper when I’m spittin’ all the facts
What I say is canon, all you do is cap
I got a body that most men would die for
In this game of life, I’m hittin’ high scores
You will never get me off my high horse
He wanna fuck me in the back of a white Porsche
Broke-ass bitch mad at me, ‘cause I’m way more of a baddie
Diamonds on me, iced-out chains, money always make me happy
I make bank from my music, I don’t need a sugar daddy
Boys go nuts, they just want my acorn like my name was Sally
I’ma remix it, give it to the next person (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I’ma remix it, give it to the next person
I’ma remix it, give it to the next person (That’s me, uh, yeah, ayy)
I’ma remix it, give it to the next person (Yeah, give it to the next person)
Uh, bitch, I’m next
X you out, you look like a mess
Done left his ass on read
‘Cause bro was kinda pressed
All the handouts, can’t get from me
Day one since way from beginnings
Carbonation, not no Pepsi
Shawty got that booty, duży
Nikt nie chce być z tobą
Я с Фило, поп — это коньяк
Meu rainha tem nádegas
Ay cabrón, qué es la hora?
Time to stack up on my Cash App
Big money, big racks
Столько я проверять
Ich nicht gib ein Scheiße
#CULTLEADERSHIT
Not for the weak-hearted
A religion, not a cult
Asexual bitch, but used to use Bumble
Si-sick of the buzz, ‘cause the men always fumble
A-a-all broke as fuck, so I don’t give ‘em love
I give Filo my gun, now that shit’s double trouble (Double trouble)
I’m stunnin’ when I walk all up in the club
Designer clothing and fancier drugs
I’m just obsessed with finessin’ these scrubs
Shoutout JThousand, they my day one
I don’t care, they think I’m greedy, yeah, my pockets big back
Soon as they find out we all famous, then it’s, “Where my pic at?”
That’s why I’m always toting big gats
I’ma take you for a ride like Six Flags
It’s the boys that never ever know how to get himself a ho
Always askin’, “Where the bitch at?”
Shake that ass ‘til you feel yo’ legs hurtin’ (Yuh)
Send the remix to the next person (Ayy, yuh, yuh)
Don’t step to me
Bitch, I’m a party bomb, and when I count to three (Brr, ah)
You’ll be out of here if you don’t keep the peace
Bow down to me, the queen’s on her knees (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
Make like a tree and leaf me alone
That boy a ho, get off the throne
Don’t flaunt the fact you ain’t fully grown
I’ll take what I want, like you Post Malone (Uh, ah)
Melee on the dick, I wanna smash yo’ bros
All these boys ’round me and they all my hoes
All these girls ’round me and they love it though
I would fuck anyone, that’s the way it goes (Woo!)
Boogie down now, smell stardust
Sweat drippin’ down with a hard thrust
I’m a big deal, see my rack bust
I’m Regina George, you can’t sit with us! (Ah!)
Feel like Bruno Mars, energy of a grenade
Everybody go nuts when I hit the stage
Feel a bit like cupcakke when I roll with the gays
At a club, only buzzkills catchin’ strays
I’ma hit a lil’ cha-cha ‘fore I slide
When you on top of me, bitch, you better glide
If you wanna score me, then you better go wide
I’m Six Flags, make a ho go for a ride (Yee-haw!)
If you wanna have a turn, then you better wait
There’s a long-ass line, better send no hate
Why tryna do a dash, ho? You ain’t Kate
Better have some patience or masturbate (Tell 'em!)
I don’t got no time for some lame-ass dick
I wanna party hard without getting sick
I wanna get off and then hit a lick
Steal virginity from a pussy, bitch
Shake that ass ‘til you feel yo’ legs hurtin’ (Consensually, I mean)
Send the remix to the next person
Remix it, next person
Got a real big bag, not a Birkin
On my page all night, why you lurkin’?
I’m the head bitch in charge, you’re a servant
‘Cause I got hoes on hoes and stacks on stacks
Two pretty hoes and they throwin’ it back
Got five bad bitches all on one track
Pull up in a foreign, they like, “Who the fuck is that?”
BBYKOCAINE, they know #MyLife
Rich man, got bands, that’s just my type
Can’t no broke bitch ever dim my light
Wanna fuck, but he broke? Get the fuck out my sight
Venmo, Cash App, gotta send the cash
Might hit a lick, gun on the dash
If you wanna get a verse, better make it fast
If you wanna stay up, gotta make it last, bitch
I’ma remix it, give it to the next person
I’ma remix it, give it to the next person
I’ma remix it, give it to the next person
I’ma remix it, give it—
Oh wait, that’s me, bitch
Stackin’ up my Cash App, Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Cash App
Stackin’ up my Cash App, Cash App
Stackin’ up my Cash App, Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Cash App
Stackin’ up my Cash App, stackin’ up my Cash App
Stackin’ up my Cash App, Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Cash App
Stackin’ up my Cash App, Cash App
Stackin’ up my Cash App, Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Cash App
Stackin’ up my Cash App, stackin’ up my Cash App
Shake that ass ‘til you feel yo’ legs hurtin’
Send the remix to the next person—
Written by: morgan filo
