Again Lyrics – Kai Ca$h
Singer: Kai Ca$h
Title: Again
I might pull up in a tank, that’s my ride, uh
Bentley truckin’ with Jus, that’s my guy, uh
Got your b#tch on my lap, that’s my vibe, uh (ayy)
These Cartiers fit my face and my eyes, ayy
Pullin’ up deep as f#ck with my mob (with my mob)
See a n#gg# drippin’ sauce, b#tch, I’m fly (b#tch, I’m fly)
They don’t want no beef, I see it in they eyes (in they eyes)
Come toe to toe with me, you might not survive (not survive)
This sh#t get ugly ’round my motherf#ckin’ side (’round my side)
b#tch, I’m from T-Town, that’s where I reside (I reside)
My n#gg#s pull up, you know they gon’ slide (they gon’ slide)
You talkin’ tough and you end up a stripe, hey, yeah
Baby, check my Patek, yeah it’s two-tone
Don’t try to call me or text, got a new phone
Ain’t with the back and forth, want me to put a ring on
But when she back it up, she gon’ take her time on my ding-dong
Pullin’ and strokin’ her hair
Givenchy, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, take off your underwear
Christian Louboutins got me drippin’ all the sauce
OHB, we pay the cost, you know who the boss
Yeah, and we don’t mingle with bums, where your funds go?
Lay back, chase bucks, sh#t
But K Wales like Lud Foe
Pull up and run sh#t
I pray up, get Gusto, and say rest to Justo
I’m tied in with gangstas, know Vice Lords, know Bloods, Locs
They rowdy all the time like it’s GS9
b#tch from Cali, from the Valley, go to Pepperdine
She from Saudi, push an Audi only half the time (yeah)
What she drivin’ color white, it’s like a powdered donut line (look)
Yeah, I done slid through LA in some two doors
I done pulled some old moves on some new hoes
We been up for some hours like two-four
Gettin’ bucks like I’m Antetokounmpo, yeah
n#gg#s gon’ hate, you know that
Get it and cake, you know that
Finish my plate, you know that
I ain’t never gon’ hold back (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I ain’t never gon’ hold back (alright)
Feelin’ like Kobe, I’m chosen
I’m tryna get sh#t up in motion
See a n#gg# on a poster (woo)
Can’t keep your composure (woo)
Ride the Wraith like it’s stolen (woo)
Tell your b#tch come over
Too rich, never sober (woo)
Billions on my mind (yeah)
They keep me up all the time (yeah)
They keep me up on my grind (yeah)
Too high, can’t reach me (reach me)
Nothing you can teach me (teach me)
Good dick got you fiendin’ (yeah)
I’m hood rich, b#tch, believe me (woo)
Money don’t fall from trees (nah)
But I’ma ball through these seasons (yeah)
I got a million reasons why your b#tch always leavin’
I stay on her mind
I know that she gon’ pick up anytime I wanna hear it
I know she sneak out late night
I get it when I want, bottom line (yeah, huh)
Sip Chandon Moët, I’m a tickin’ time bomb, hold up
And I’m from where it’s cold at
But I’m where it’s all warm, hold up
Your OG ain’t a threat, he wanna be us when he grow up
Old jawn wanna make a throwback
Split her down the middle like I’m Moses
Take a picture for the poster, how I crush linen with the loafers
Hit the plug for the gold, I love it when I mix it with the Gosha
Take off for the culture, we been playin’ hard without the coaches
Standin’, actin’ dumb all on the couches
But they still gon’ call us up to host it
Need a million for the feature
Paid a milli’ for the sneakers
Bad b#tches in the bleachers
Young n#gg# f#ckin’ with the teachers
CYN and OHB now
Throwin’ bands, winnin’, never take a loss
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