[Intro]

(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]

'Bows everywhere like I ain't got no table manners

Mariah Carey, we ride with the baby cannons

In the field, sticks around like a praying mantis

I'll put a bullet in your coat, call me Peyton Manning

Soon as you touch down in another city

You be lookin' for the hoes, we be lookin' for the hammers

Been got the bag and broke bread with the team

But the only difference is I ain't put that shit on camera

Heard he died clout chasin', lookin' for some laughtеr

All these 'scripts on me, got mе feelin' like a pastor

Doggy shit on me, I'll pay for 'em to whack you

My young dog so geeked, call that nigga Braxton

She a gnat-gnat, automatically I'm passin'

In a black 'Cat like I'm playin' for the Panthers

See me racin' through the hood like Little Rascals

Now they jumpin' in the picture, Mario at the castle

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]

Thousand-dollar shoes

Bad bitches everywhere, it's hard for me to choose

Gotta keep it glued

Got my hands in everything, it's hard for me to lose

Just made another 50K and I ain't even move

I ain't even satisfied unless he make the news

Nigga mad his bitch on me, I ain't make her choose

Now you gotta die about her, I ain't make the rules

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]

How you supposed to be my peace when you bitchin' every day?

Knowin' damn well I'm out here with the biscuit every day

Life on the line, gotta risk it every day

Just to see you livin' straight, but you trippin' every day

Lil' Marsean gettin' bigger every day

Gotta get it every way, every week I'm switchin' states

All you niggas dyin', I'ma see you any day

Put your face to the pole like somebody ran a ways

Dog shit on me, that's why dog bitch on me

My dog switched on me, now his dog rich on me

I ain't in the mood, let the diamonds talk shit for me

Throw the Dior on like my armpit musty

Got a hundred shooters, all them threats, come and prove it

Fuck a money counter, it feel better thumbin' through it

Old ho dick suckin' 'cause they see me runnin' to it

X's on me like Family Fued when you say somethin' stupid

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]

Thousand-dollar shoes

Bad bitches everywhere, it's hard for me to choose

Gotta keep it glued

Got my hands in everything, it's hard for me to lose

Just made another 50K and I ain't even move

I ain't even satisfied unless he make the news

Nigga mad his bitch on me, I ain't make her choose

Now you gotta die about her, I ain't make the rules

[Verse 3: TIS Rico]

We is not the same, my baby, I breathe different

Told your lil' bitch, "Come swallow this three-liter"

Got the head, then bust, it only took me like three minutes

Got the burner in this bitch like I turned up the heat meter

If I ain't in the hood, probably posted on Big Beaver

With them boys that be choppin' shit down like meat cleavers

Niggas runnin' off with the swag, gotta pay me for it

Fell asleep off of that bottle like a baby snorin'

You would get bust for that cash money like Baby Twan

Over the stove, my young bull, he whippin' a baby tortoise

I just lied to this lil' bitch, I got her so geeked

Can't tell these hoes everything, they worse than the police

Get the head, then it's a wrap like it's a slow beat

A genius, I just play it by ear like an artiste

Lil' weak bitch swear that she a Barbie

When it's beef on the road, wanna start with like a car key, nigga

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]

Thousand-dollar shoes

Bad bitches everywhere, it's hard for me to choose

Gotta keep it glued

Got my hands in everything, it's hard for me to lose

Just made another 50K and I ain't even move

I ain't even satisfied unless he make the news

Nigga mad his bitch on me, I ain't make her choose

Now you gotta die about her, I ain't make the rules