Cashskeet - The X Factor (feat. Bossmade Gee) Lyrics

Boss Made
Yep
Yep
She done put the pussy on me having flashbacks
Man I used to hit the road was in them stores getting cashback
I'm finna hit the mall, I'm coming out with hella Saks bags
Man this bitch begging for money already showing red flags
I know she got some good pussy, where lil Chareya
I hit her inbox like let's get it on
I'm feeling Marvin Gaye

Matter of fact, I'm cutting it to her how much I gotta pay

Nigga, my punch is green as hell, I can make some thousands in a day
Boy Jeffin Matt Hardy, I'm coming with the ladder

Hoping that I see the right face and I'ma let them have it
Pops sold with the Birdman's, I'm stuntin' like my daddy
Niggas broke a hell, turned 21 and wanna be a savage
I got a ride with hella shots, I'm coming with a baggage

A nigga play with me, I'm on his porch finna leave a package
Boy, I know you don't want beef, so stop all that acting
Nigga, I don't even like to talk, but get paid for rapping
I'm Chris Paul with the dice, I'm doing all the passing

Nigga, I light this Za up, man, you bet not pass it
Finna race my nigga to a ten, let's see who go the fastest
Before I sit and argue with a nigga, I send him caskets
She gon' eat the dick up real good, cause she ain't had no daddy
Man this bitch opened me up, she got me watching Baddies
Cash
Bitch, it's the league, players pass me the ball, I'ma score a basket
G said he wanna see another ten, cause I did that last week
In a Model Y, you tryna race and can't go past me

Bows of the Za's, take my number if you got an addy
Gotta line up a player's phone, but look like Madden
Bitch want me to get everything, she wish I'm Aladdin
Slip clear for a whole whoop, I'm finna go and grab it

From the looks, niggas broke, and they be the maddest
On the book, she shaking ass, swearing she the baddest
Right now, I'm smoking dirty water, and I'm not passing
In the club, tip the bottle, girl, they be way better

Broke up with the lil' bitch, now she a lame after
Lidnsay Lohan, all these bitches be lame actors
Clutches, nigga, on the team, they call me the X Factor
Up before the sun, cause I'm waiting on my next package

Finna do another run, I ask G, what's the next matchup
I don't even wanna f*ck lil' bitch, back up
Bitch think she a city girl, now she tryna act up
Gucci shades on in the club, and them racks tucked

Dog shit on me, where the money counter, I'm tryna add up
Four of wock and a duece of Par, a turn the pop to Dracula
Bro, got the strap right, now he a fap,
I ain't gon' say if she grab my dick, that's harassment
If I'm in SRT, this a one-way up in traffic
I was down in Lansing, passing dimes out like I'm magic