Yeah, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
After the club, tryna f*ck with something at the Waffle House
They selling scales at the corner store by my momma house
Getting possessive, that my main bitch I had to swap her out
Dude in his 30s, he ain't got no money, why you poppin' out?
But I ain't trippin'
You on that burner page commenting you hating for a living
I like my whips all black and the same go for my bitches
Rocking them CVD stones, that nigga got his chain printed
I'm finna pay my card down, cause I done went over the limit
C'mon
He done cut the pipes out of his Challenger, it's still slow
He a pushover, but best believe he crashing 'bout a hoe
We gon' cancel all the pussy, when it's money on the floor
F*ck a fee, I'ma blow the zip down in a rental car
I done seen twin go and walk a whip down then get it off
She for the streets, I'ma take his bitch down, I'm f*cked up
If all the boxes you sent out, touch down you lucked up
Yeah, yeah
She wanna fly out of the country I'm like, where you tryna go?
I be flexin', like I ain't one loss away from being poor
I heard your dogs keep getting spanked, like they been pissin' on the floor
She said, "you look like a demon," I'm like, "you right on the nose"
I can tell that lil' hoe broke, I smell the sweet pea in her clothes
Ok, this trap shit ain't bout nothin', I know punks that sellin' bowls
Got a low for like 250, but it was purple with a nose
After the club, tryna f*ck with something at the Waffle House
They selling scales at the corner store by my momma house
Getting possessive, that my main bitch I had to swap her out
Dude in his 30s, he ain't got no money, why you poppin' out?
But I ain't trippin'
You on that burner page commenting you hating for a living
I like my whips all black and the same go for my bitches
Rocking them CVD stones, that nigga got his chain printed
I'm finna pay my card down, cause I done went over the limit
I don't take a chance, pay my rent in advance
Bitch I'm lying through my teeth, I'm just gon' pay that late fee
Said I don't want f*ck cause shawty turned me off, and now she hate me
Then I'm confused, I got a vegan freak she said she hate meat
So look, bitch what's the plan? That nigga bond like four racks
But he ain't got no bands
Don't know how to talk to the bitches
His heart start beating' fast
Settle for less that nigga bitch built like a beanbag
This nigga fanned out 'bout Youngboy, he got a green flag
You know what's crazy?
Nigga fanned out, and he 30
You gave your cat out to a lame, baby I think that pussy dirty
Putting a hundred of them bitches in a checked bag, it ain't worth it
F*cking with her and her lil' potna, but I ain't do that shit on purpose
Ride through the city evil twin she with me
Standing on that business, and all you niggas bitches
You wanna be a gangsta, cause you like the image
You just wanna crash out and hang around some niggas
After the club, tryna f*ck with something at the Waffle House
They selling scales at the corner store by my momma house
Getting possessive, that my main bitch I had to swap her out
Dude in his 30s, he ain't got no money, why you poppin' out?
But I ain't trippin'
You on that burner page commenting you hating for a living
I like my whips all black and the same go for my bitches
Rocking them CVD stones, that nigga got his chain printed
I'm finna pay my card down, cause I done went over the limit
Crybaby Cash - Waffle House Lyrics
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Yeah, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
After the club, tryna f*ck with something at the Waffle House
They selling scales at the corner store by my momma house
Getting possessive, that my main bitch I had to swap her out
Dude in his 30s, he ain't got no money, why you poppin' out?
But I ain't trippin'
You on that burner page commenting you hating for a living
I like my whips all black and the same go for my bitches
Rocking them CVD stones, that nigga got his chain printed
I'm finna pay my card down, cause I done went over the limit
C'mon
He done cut the pipes out of his Challenger, it's still slow
He a pushover, but best believe he crashing 'bout a hoe
We gon' cancel all the pussy, when it's money on the floor
F*ck a fee, I'ma blow the zip down in a rental car
I done seen twin go and walk a whip down then get it off
She for the streets, I'ma take his bitch down, I'm f*cked up
If all the boxes you sent out, touch down you lucked up
Yeah, yeah
She wanna fly out of the country I'm like, where you tryna go?
I be flexin', like I ain't one loss away from being poor
I heard your dogs keep getting spanked, like they been pissin' on the floor
She said, "you look like a demon," I'm like, "you right on the nose"
I can tell that lil' hoe broke, I smell the sweet pea in her clothes
Ok, this trap shit ain't bout nothin', I know punks that sellin' bowls
Got a low for like 250, but it was purple with a nose
After the club, tryna f*ck with something at the Waffle House
They selling scales at the corner store by my momma house
Getting possessive, that my main bitch I had to swap her out
Dude in his 30s, he ain't got no money, why you poppin' out?
But I ain't trippin'
You on that burner page commenting you hating for a living
I like my whips all black and the same go for my bitches
Rocking them CVD stones, that nigga got his chain printed
I'm finna pay my card down, cause I done went over the limit
I don't take a chance, pay my rent in advance
Bitch I'm lying through my teeth, I'm just gon' pay that late fee
Said I don't want f*ck cause shawty turned me off, and now she hate me
Then I'm confused, I got a vegan freak she said she hate meat
So look, bitch what's the plan? That nigga bond like four racks
But he ain't got no bands
Don't know how to talk to the bitches
His heart start beating' fast
Settle for less that nigga bitch built like a beanbag
This nigga fanned out 'bout Youngboy, he got a green flag
You know what's crazy?
Nigga fanned out, and he 30
You gave your cat out to a lame, baby I think that pussy dirty
Putting a hundred of them bitches in a checked bag, it ain't worth it
F*cking with her and her lil' potna, but I ain't do that shit on purpose
Ride through the city evil twin she with me
Standing on that business, and all you niggas bitches
You wanna be a gangsta, cause you like the image
You just wanna crash out and hang around some niggas
After the club, tryna f*ck with something at the Waffle House
They selling scales at the corner store by my momma house
Getting possessive, that my main bitch I had to swap her out
Dude in his 30s, he ain't got no money, why you poppin' out?
But I ain't trippin'
You on that burner page commenting you hating for a living
I like my whips all black and the same go for my bitches
Rocking them CVD stones, that nigga got his chain printed
I'm finna pay my card down, cause I done went over the limit
After the club, tryna f*ck with something at the Waffle House
They selling scales at the corner store by my momma house
Getting possessive, that my main bitch I had to swap her out
Dude in his 30s, he ain't got no money, why you poppin' out?
But I ain't trippin'
You on that burner page commenting you hating for a living
I like my whips all black and the same go for my bitches
Rocking them CVD stones, that nigga got his chain printed
I'm finna pay my card down, cause I done went over the limit
C'mon
He done cut the pipes out of his Challenger, it's still slow
He a pushover, but best believe he crashing 'bout a hoe
We gon' cancel all the pussy, when it's money on the floor
F*ck a fee, I'ma blow the zip down in a rental car
I done seen twin go and walk a whip down then get it off
She for the streets, I'ma take his bitch down, I'm f*cked up
If all the boxes you sent out, touch down you lucked up
Yeah, yeah
She wanna fly out of the country I'm like, where you tryna go?
I be flexin', like I ain't one loss away from being poor
I heard your dogs keep getting spanked, like they been pissin' on the floor
She said, "you look like a demon," I'm like, "you right on the nose"
I can tell that lil' hoe broke, I smell the sweet pea in her clothes
Ok, this trap shit ain't bout nothin', I know punks that sellin' bowls
Got a low for like 250, but it was purple with a nose
After the club, tryna f*ck with something at the Waffle House
They selling scales at the corner store by my momma house
Getting possessive, that my main bitch I had to swap her out
Dude in his 30s, he ain't got no money, why you poppin' out?
But I ain't trippin'
You on that burner page commenting you hating for a living
I like my whips all black and the same go for my bitches
Rocking them CVD stones, that nigga got his chain printed
I'm finna pay my card down, cause I done went over the limit
I don't take a chance, pay my rent in advance
Bitch I'm lying through my teeth, I'm just gon' pay that late fee
Said I don't want f*ck cause shawty turned me off, and now she hate me
Then I'm confused, I got a vegan freak she said she hate meat
So look, bitch what's the plan? That nigga bond like four racks
But he ain't got no bands
Don't know how to talk to the bitches
His heart start beating' fast
Settle for less that nigga bitch built like a beanbag
This nigga fanned out 'bout Youngboy, he got a green flag
You know what's crazy?
Nigga fanned out, and he 30
You gave your cat out to a lame, baby I think that pussy dirty
Putting a hundred of them bitches in a checked bag, it ain't worth it
F*cking with her and her lil' potna, but I ain't do that shit on purpose
Ride through the city evil twin she with me
Standing on that business, and all you niggas bitches
You wanna be a gangsta, cause you like the image
You just wanna crash out and hang around some niggas
After the club, tryna f*ck with something at the Waffle House
They selling scales at the corner store by my momma house
Getting possessive, that my main bitch I had to swap her out
Dude in his 30s, he ain't got no money, why you poppin' out?
But I ain't trippin'
You on that burner page commenting you hating for a living
I like my whips all black and the same go for my bitches
Rocking them CVD stones, that nigga got his chain printed
I'm finna pay my card down, cause I done went over the limit
Writer: ashton butler
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