Cheap Cheap (feat. Jack Harlow)
You cheap-cheap so you freak-freak
When you throw up I just throw up (sheesh)
My bitch too pretty askin' when I'll grow up I don't show up
The dick make her back bend I swear back then they ignored us
I swear next time we meet I'm gon' act like I don't
Last year was broke now this year they tell me
That there ain't shit they can tell me
Y'all hear the click of the tele
I put this dick in her (uh)
This year I'm 'bout to make mo'fuckin' millions
Watch them all get in their feelings (woah)
Once you be up you be chilling (okay)
Uh, (brrt) smashin' your bitch at the clurb
I peel off at the curb, y'heard me? (Young Fel)
Pearls on my neck you would think I'm on Bourbon
Stick to the street, but my money suburban (big body)
Swerve, pardon me when I'm swerving, yeah
Uh, real deal, you don't fuck with me, meet me in person
Give you the look like there's two things I want
Wish for a bag and a two-headed blonde
Keeping three bitches for company (three)
She start to think she in love with me (damn)
This year I'm 'bout to be mo'fuckin' up
This year I'm 'bout to make way with the art
Bitch do not stop
This is not pop, this is rock (ay)
This for my opps
Last year was broke now this year they tell me
That there ain't shit they can tell me
Y'all hear the click of the tele
I put this dick in (uh)
This year I'm 'bout to make mo'fuckin' millions
Watch them all get in their feelings (woah)
Once you be up you be chilling (yeah)
Oh, what a wonderful feeling
Oh, what a feeling, straight to the top I don't know where the ceiling is
I don't think you know who you dealing with
Might just have to go to the dealership
And cop something
Shout out to my pops, whole lotta sauce that I got from him
Reminiscing on times we was all youngings
In the function late night 'til the cops coming
Back then, they was acting
Like we wouldn't be shit, but now it's packed in
Quit talking, like you know me
'Cause you don't know a thing about Jack man
In class, I was zoned out, I ain't learn how to multiply fractions
I was leaving my backpack at the crib
Can't trip now 'cause the whole bag's in
No acting, this is real life
Tell me what it is, what it feel like
Tell me is it wet? Is it real tight?
Can I slide in with my lil' guy?
I know it's been a minute but I'm still fly
At Derby with a bow tie on like Bill Nye
I'm with your girl she a real vibe
We just had a picnic on the hillside
Last year was broke now this year they tell me (huh)
That there ain't shit they can tell me
Y'all hear the click of the tele
I put this dick in (woah, woah, woah)
This year I'm bout to make mo'fuckin' millions (ya heard)
Watch them all get in their feelings (ya heard)
Once you be up you be chilling (okay)
Oh, what a wonderful feeling
Yeah, yeah, bitch
Bitch, it's Young Fel, we in this
Bought this big ass crib myself, fuck y'all
When you throw up I just throw up (sheesh)
My bitch too pretty askin' when I'll grow up I don't show up
The dick make her back bend I swear back then they ignored us
I swear next time we meet I'm gon' act like I don't
Last year was broke now this year they tell me
That there ain't shit they can tell me
Y'all hear the click of the tele
I put this dick in her (uh)
This year I'm 'bout to make mo'fuckin' millions
Watch them all get in their feelings (woah)
Once you be up you be chilling (okay)
Uh, (brrt) smashin' your bitch at the clurb
I peel off at the curb, y'heard me? (Young Fel)
Pearls on my neck you would think I'm on Bourbon
Stick to the street, but my money suburban (big body)
Swerve, pardon me when I'm swerving, yeah
Uh, real deal, you don't fuck with me, meet me in person
Give you the look like there's two things I want
Wish for a bag and a two-headed blonde
Keeping three bitches for company (three)
She start to think she in love with me (damn)
This year I'm 'bout to be mo'fuckin' up
This year I'm 'bout to make way with the art
Bitch do not stop
This is not pop, this is rock (ay)
This for my opps
Last year was broke now this year they tell me
That there ain't shit they can tell me
Y'all hear the click of the tele
I put this dick in (uh)
This year I'm 'bout to make mo'fuckin' millions
Watch them all get in their feelings (woah)
Once you be up you be chilling (yeah)
Oh, what a wonderful feeling
Oh, what a feeling, straight to the top I don't know where the ceiling is
I don't think you know who you dealing with
Might just have to go to the dealership
And cop something
Shout out to my pops, whole lotta sauce that I got from him
Reminiscing on times we was all youngings
In the function late night 'til the cops coming
Back then, they was acting
Like we wouldn't be shit, but now it's packed in
Quit talking, like you know me
'Cause you don't know a thing about Jack man
In class, I was zoned out, I ain't learn how to multiply fractions
I was leaving my backpack at the crib
Can't trip now 'cause the whole bag's in
No acting, this is real life
Tell me what it is, what it feel like
Tell me is it wet? Is it real tight?
Can I slide in with my lil' guy?
I know it's been a minute but I'm still fly
At Derby with a bow tie on like Bill Nye
I'm with your girl she a real vibe
We just had a picnic on the hillside
Last year was broke now this year they tell me (huh)
That there ain't shit they can tell me
Y'all hear the click of the tele
I put this dick in (woah, woah, woah)
This year I'm bout to make mo'fuckin' millions (ya heard)
Watch them all get in their feelings (ya heard)
Once you be up you be chilling (okay)
Oh, what a wonderful feeling
Yeah, yeah, bitch
Bitch, it's Young Fel, we in this
Bought this big ass crib myself, fuck y'all
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Felner, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Devon Orr
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