Cashleaders - Lit

Nigga I'm lit
Tell all my homies don't trip
Shots at the bar then we sip
Pull a few broads then we dip
My nigga I'm lit lit lit lit lit lit lit
My nigga I'm lit lit lit lit lit lit lit
My nigga I'm lit lit lit lit
Damn tell all my homies I'm faded
Uber to my house I'm glad that we made
Left the car at the club tickets outrageous
But I'm eating good I ain't missing no payments
Damn tell all these girls don't trip
Damn there's no space in this whip
I gotta place for that girl to sit
Whisper in her ear I got you don't slip
She whisper some things that I might have missed
Gave me a kissed started biting my lip
Her friend asking if I got kush at the ​crib
I tell her girl do you know who your dealing with
Back to the crib tip the driver some bills
Open up the bag and proceed to get ill
Jumped in the hot tub and we all just chill
Snaps from last night man it looked so surreal
Four models all coming out of they shell
Popped some more bottles and light up an l
Morning afterwards wake up in my bed
I turn to the divas say lets do it again
Late night thirst is a late night curse
Deep headed girl seems shallow at first
I pull a few strings baby put down your purse
You a good girl imma bring out the worst
Next weekend let the homies begin
We getting faded off the shots that we did
Talked the bartender to coming back for some drinks
She says is it cool if I bring a few friends
Nigga I'm lit
Tell all my homies don't trip
Shots at the bar then we sip
Pull a few broads then we dip
My nigga I'm lit lit lit lit lit lit lit
My nigga I'm lit lit lit lit lit lit lit
My nigga I'm lit lit lit lit

Written by:
Jeffrey Herbert

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