K-Dawgg - C.A.G.M.N. Lyrics

Yeah, alright
Yeah, alright, alright
Project X
I'm a cash addict, gettin' money nigga, all I want is paper
Jumped up in that water, now I'm swimmin' with them sharks and gators
My bitch sweet like candy, I don't know if I'll eat now or later
F*ck her once, now she a star
You could say I f*ckin' made her
On my block, I'm like the greatest
Countin' racks, I still ain't made it
Fake love slowly fading
Trap on go, you know it's never vacant
Number one its in the makin
Love when she be gettin' naked
Face up in the pillow, nigga, I don't know if she can take it
F*ck me like you miss me, baby
F*ck me like we makin' porn
I been what you missin' baby
When I'm gone, I know you bored
Sorry, I been missin', baby
On the road, I'm tryna score
Hate that you get less of me
But when I'm up, I'll give you more
Brodie off that pill, he get no f*ck, his heart got no remorse
High as hell, he quick to crash on opps like he be ridin' Porsche
Let them say it's smoke
We treat him like a blunt that's lit with torch
In my circle, niggas silent, move by code like we know morse
Runnin up them hunnids, on this side we don't do politics
We them niggas you gon' see and really want no problems with
We them niggas really havin
Really, we be poppin' shit
Y'all them niggas postin' up them sticks, but really popped as shit
I'ma cash addict, gettin' money nigga, all I want is paper
Jumped up in that water now I'm swimmin' with them sharks and gators
My bitch sweet like candy, I don't know if I'll eat now or later
F*ck her once, now she a star, you could say I f*ckin' made her
On my block, I'm like the greatest
Countin' racks, I still ain't made it
Fake love slowly fading
Trap on go, you know it's never vacant
Number one it's in the makin
Love when she be gettin' naked
Face up in the pillow, nigga, I don't know if she can take it
Heard him dissin' on my dog so it ain't strange he end up missin
Took his bitch while he wasn't lookin, that's why he can't stop the bitchin
Pockets full of blue, no, I ain't reppin but they steady crippin
Let me smoke my eighthy to the face while she been steady sippin
Every time I'm walkin' through the mall I'm smellin' like the trap
I can't leave without my stash cause I be sellin' out of pack
I ain't tryna f*ck unless this lil' bitch tryna throw it back
And if she f*ck me good, then f*ck it I'ma have to throw a rack
Brother on my side, love him to death cause that's my right hand
Pistol in my left, I left the Mac up on the nightstand
I'm just tryna f*ck, this ain't no love, I ain't the right man
Don't like my money touch, shit not even buy the white man
I'ma cash addict, gettin' money nigga, all I want is paper
Jumped up in that water, now I'm swimmin' with them sharks and gators
My bitch sweet like candy I don't know if I'll eat now or later
F*ck her once, now she a star
You could say I f*ckin' made her
On my block, I'm like the greatest
Countin' racks, I still ain't made it
Fake love slowly fading
Trap on go, you know it's never vacant
Number one it's in the makin
Love when she be gettin' naked
Face up in the pillow, nigga, I don't know if she can take it