Lyrics Taylor Port - Crybaby Cash

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Okay, fitted hat brim to the back let these hoes walk down see my face
I'm Ja Morant brought the stick in the club just so I could feel safe
Nigga been having money problems I want be young again
All my hoes they bottle girls they young and turnt
I ain't really want fuck that hoe without no condom I'm gone get burnt
She was pulling up to my crib trying to park but she hit the curve
She scratched up all the wheels on the Nissan

What's the word, yeah
What's the word, yeah
What's the word, yeah
What's the word, okay
Yeah I'm fucking on thot hoes I'ma settle down with a nerd
Been sipping on Taylor Port shit got me seeing blurs

And that hoe a thot he don't even care he gone buy her a purse
Real street nigga I couldn't care less my daughter curse
Real street nigga put the YouTube check in the Ps watch that disperse
I done seen my get ran through I'ma act like that don't hurt
I know how it feel when I see a nigga with a bitch that I hit first
Money problems, family problems, but the bitch problems hit the worst
Drunk driving in the Jag I might crash this bitch I'm swerving
I done brought twin around the bad bitches
Why the fuck twin got nervous?
My shawty got a burner page let me find out you been lurking
White plug think he Yeat or something he rocking a turban
Shawty from out of town bitch I ain't trying to go on Bourbon
I don't sip no brown only tequila and some purple
I like the way you look bae but your stories made me curve you
Shawty said she straight I know this one bitch that could turn you
I feel like fuck a date bitch I'll be damned if I got to earn you

Okay so tell me what's the word, yeah
What's the word, yeah
What's the word, yeah
What's the word, okay
Yeah I'm fucking on thot hoes I'ma settle down with a nerd, okay
Been sipping on Taylor Port shit got me seeing blurs