Cleo’s Trademark - Cash Shit Freestyle lyrics

Cookin' up, no silver plater, aye
Walk on Jesus' sandals down the ladder, aye
Gettin' serves this bag the only matter
(Gotta get that bag) hoes to my left and to
My right, it doesn't matter, yuh
Put me on payroll put Psuedo on payroll
Put Sydney on payroll put Mareo on payroll
And only film us 4k no 8k, too crispy
Only thing that crispy is my vocal, aye
Walkin' out school
Got a bitch on me she drool
I'm hotter than the sun no cool
(no cool, bitch I'm hot)
Flexin' all this dough I don't even have
"Why don't you sit and relax?"
Then out the door, I don't look back

Fuck you mean you still
Haven't made a decision, aye?
(What?)
Stevie Wonder, I'm gon' take away yo vision
Ayе k-K-KDL cookin' up with the gang
Up in that private room
Eyes arе so red you may
Think I'm off the drugs, maybe the shrooms
I'm already sick of yellin'
Someone pass me that mountain dew
Growth tonight just ain't no tellin', yuh
We gettin' money
Me and the gang, we all get money, yuh!

Creator of him, I'm in this bitch shootin'!
Grrah! (Somebody got a bomb) Bow, bow bow
(Duck and cover) Aye! Tahaha!