"Search Bar" lyrics
Yeah
Yup, yup, yup
Ay, gotta sweat the swag into it, Cash Kidd
Put a nigga underneath like a adlib
I don't know where I would be without my last bid
That bitch really came in handy, now that bag hit
Bitch, ay, you got that bad candy
'Bout to snap, dawg, shoutout CashPaid, bitch
(We're keeping all that shit)
Huh, ay, huh
Search bar full of old bitches and some new thots, huh
My main page, and some lame ass new opps, huh
Freak bitch actin' foul off of two shots, huh
Dawg flexin' 'til we jack it like it's cool out
Y'all niggas out here cuffin' more than a new cop (Lame)
Send her home quicker than a kid without they flu shot, ay
Ay, Meech got the strap in the stu' now, huh
Ay, uh uh, uh-nuh, uh, uh-nuh, uh, ay
Yeah, ay, ay-ay, I apologize
Gotta watch the way I move, I'm being idolized
I find hundred dollar bills in my laundry now
Heard they salty 'cause I'm in my bag like McDonald fries
Head so good, I had to grab the bed
Lil' fake boujee bitch ain't let me grab her head
She insist her pussy good, I want the neck instead
Ay, ay, bitch, I want the-, ay
Ay, ay, she say, "Cash Kidd, please follow back"
She wanna blow me on stage like I'm Malcolm X
Blow yo' bitch ass on the stage like you Malcolm X
Get to clappin' for the crowd like a soccer dad, hey
Ay, ay, baby rock the best
Skinny bitch, pants off, ass kinda fat, huh
Make a ho' pay me, bitch, I'm the catch, huh
Let a burger try to eat, we gon' fry his ass
All I wanted was a real bitch and a lot of racks
At the Pistons game with them punches, call me Ron Artest
Young nigga fucked up, couldn't buy a strap
Yeah, and I'll put on designer like I'm Kanye West
Bottom of my bitch shoes red
I don't play games like I was in school bad
Walk in front of this clip like a bootleg
.223 give a nigga two heads (Brrr, bop bop)
Heard you totin' Hi-Points and yo' strap license
Boy, your ratchet ain't blowin' shit, call that Blac Chyna, ay
Behring' back popping, good electronics
Ay, bitch, you back slidin'
Niggas back hidin' (Ho')
Ay, pussy, ay, if it- ay
Ay, nigga, if it's smoke, let me know sum'
Punch Netflix, ay, been watchin' Family Guy for four summers
For the free ball niggas- ay
Ay, bitch, ay, ay
Ay, fuck a male, knock that nigga shit back (Ay, fuck it)
I don't know a nigga store, bitch, we wit' that
Took a lame nigga bitch, he wanna kill himself
And to fuck any bitch, yeah, I feel myself
Told my niggas to chill, I need to chill myself
Bitch, bitch, bitch (Ay, nigga)
(Bitch, I'm freest-, nigga, fuck 'em)
(Ay, nigga, fuck a pen', nigga, fuck the friend)
(Nigga, nigga, fuck the pen, nigga, fuck some friends, ay, bitch, huh, yeah)
(Bitch, this have to fuckin' end, bitch)
(Ay, nigga, fuck yo' man)
(Ay, bitch, I'm tryna fuck you then fuck yo' friend)
(Ay, ay, bitch, I'm tryna punch a Benz)
Yup, yup, yup
Ay, gotta sweat the swag into it, Cash Kidd
Put a nigga underneath like a adlib
I don't know where I would be without my last bid
That bitch really came in handy, now that bag hit
Bitch, ay, you got that bad candy
'Bout to snap, dawg, shoutout CashPaid, bitch
(We're keeping all that shit)
Huh, ay, huh
Search bar full of old bitches and some new thots, huh
My main page, and some lame ass new opps, huh
Freak bitch actin' foul off of two shots, huh
Dawg flexin' 'til we jack it like it's cool out
Y'all niggas out here cuffin' more than a new cop (Lame)
Send her home quicker than a kid without they flu shot, ay
Ay, Meech got the strap in the stu' now, huh
Ay, uh uh, uh-nuh, uh, uh-nuh, uh, ay
Yeah, ay, ay-ay, I apologize
Gotta watch the way I move, I'm being idolized
I find hundred dollar bills in my laundry now
Heard they salty 'cause I'm in my bag like McDonald fries
Head so good, I had to grab the bed
Lil' fake boujee bitch ain't let me grab her head
She insist her pussy good, I want the neck instead
Ay, ay, bitch, I want the-, ay
Ay, ay, she say, "Cash Kidd, please follow back"
She wanna blow me on stage like I'm Malcolm X
Blow yo' bitch ass on the stage like you Malcolm X
Get to clappin' for the crowd like a soccer dad, hey
Ay, ay, baby rock the best
Skinny bitch, pants off, ass kinda fat, huh
Make a ho' pay me, bitch, I'm the catch, huh
Let a burger try to eat, we gon' fry his ass
All I wanted was a real bitch and a lot of racks
At the Pistons game with them punches, call me Ron Artest
Young nigga fucked up, couldn't buy a strap
Yeah, and I'll put on designer like I'm Kanye West
Bottom of my bitch shoes red
I don't play games like I was in school bad
Walk in front of this clip like a bootleg
.223 give a nigga two heads (Brrr, bop bop)
Heard you totin' Hi-Points and yo' strap license
Boy, your ratchet ain't blowin' shit, call that Blac Chyna, ay
Behring' back popping, good electronics
Ay, bitch, you back slidin'
Niggas back hidin' (Ho')
Ay, pussy, ay, if it- ay
Ay, nigga, if it's smoke, let me know sum'
Punch Netflix, ay, been watchin' Family Guy for four summers
For the free ball niggas- ay
Ay, bitch, ay, ay
Ay, fuck a male, knock that nigga shit back (Ay, fuck it)
I don't know a nigga store, bitch, we wit' that
Took a lame nigga bitch, he wanna kill himself
And to fuck any bitch, yeah, I feel myself
Told my niggas to chill, I need to chill myself
Bitch, bitch, bitch (Ay, nigga)
(Bitch, I'm freest-, nigga, fuck 'em)
(Ay, nigga, fuck a pen', nigga, fuck the friend)
(Nigga, nigga, fuck the pen, nigga, fuck some friends, ay, bitch, huh, yeah)
(Bitch, this have to fuckin' end, bitch)
(Ay, nigga, fuck yo' man)
(Ay, bitch, I'm tryna fuck you then fuck yo' friend)
(Ay, ay, bitch, I'm tryna punch a Benz)
