Cranberry Juice - K Camp

Ran up a check and I didn’t look back

Don’t want your bitch, that hoe was wack

What is you doing?

Run up a sack

She want to argue, I won’t react

Blow me a 50 and make it right back

I am a player bitch, I am a mack

If it ain’t about money

Please don’t hit my jack

If it ain’t about money, please don’t hit my jack (wooh)

Truck presidential, you know it’s a lack

I put the north and the gang on my back

She in her feelings, I can’t get attached

She on the molly, she about to collapse

I’m from the mud so you know I adapt

You is a bitch, you ain’t getting no dap

Got to know my nigga bow and a trap

Might hit the block and shoot me some craps (wooh)

Bought me a Gucci fur just for the winter

She want to fuck 'cause a nigga a winner

I could fit about 20 hoes in a sprinter

You are not gang, please do not enter

Why they keep testing me, you know the recipe

Uncle got chickens, I’m talking sesame

It’s a necessity, you are not catching me

Thanking the Lord 'cause I know he keep blessing me

Why do you question me, it ain’t no flex in me

Pop me an ecstasy, I’m tryna fuck

She try to smoke on the lou and got stuck

Hopped out the beamer and jumped in the truck

New Valentino hoe, these ain’t no chucks

That hoe a bird, she just want to get plucked

Bitch I’m on fire, I can’t wait to erupt

Most of these rappers gone run out of luck

Don’t stop, go hard

Shorty thick, oh Lord

Big bank, big cars

Backwoods, no guards

Look up, see stars

Look up, see mars

I’m scorched, she gorgeous

Ferrari on 40's

Big horses, new Porches

Where the check at?

Important

Extortionist, made a fortune

That coco, she snorting

I take my time with this shit (I take my time)

And I ain’t worried about none of you niggas lil' bih

'Cause I grind for this shit, I did

Bih let me do what I do, ooh

You know it cost for this view, ooh

That 22 on my shoe, ooh

I let it blow like a zoos, ooh

I’m known for breaking the rules, ooh

And my crib came with a pool, ooh

No I’m not fucking with dude, ooh

Shorty she think that I’m rude, ooh

Whip look like cranberry juice (whip)

Just tryna fuck on your girl (fuck)

True story, pour me a deuce (deuce)

Get on the beat and abuse (abuse)

You know I’m never gone lose (abuse)

Swim in that money like Scrooge (Scrooge)

Bitch you ain’t got no excuse (no)

Rich or be broke, nigga choose (choose)

Whip

Whip look like cranberry juice

Just tryna fuck on your girl

True story, pour me a duece

Get on the beat and abuse

You know I’m never gone lose

Swim in that money like Scrooge

Bitch you ain’t got no excuse

Rich or be broke, nigga choose

Ran up a check and I didn’t look back

Don’t want your bitch, that hoe was wack (wooh)

What is you doing?

Run up a sack

She want to argue, I won’t react (yo)

Blow me a 50 and make it right back (yo)

I am a player bitch, I am a mack (yo)

If it ain’t about money

Please don’t hit my jack (no)

If it ain’t about money, please don’t hit my jack (no)

Truck presidential, you know it’s a lack

I put the north and the gang on my back (yo)

She in her feelings, I can’t get attached (no)

She on the molly, she about to collapse (wooh)

I’m from the mud so you know I adapt (yo)

You is a bitch, you ain’t getting no dap (no)

Got to know my nigga bow and a trap (yo)

Might hit the block and shoot me some craps