Lyrics Jack Harlow – Cheap Cheap

Felly:
You cheap cheap so you freak freak when you throw up I just throw up (sheesh)
My bitch too pretty askin’ when I’ll grow up I don’t show up
The dick make her backbend I swear back then they ignored us

Last year was broken now this year they tell me
That there ain’t shit they can tell me
Y’all hear the click of the tele
I put this dick in her (uhhhhh)
This year I’m bout to make muh fuckin’ millions
Watch them all get in their feelings (woah)
Once you be up you be chilling (okay)
Oh what a wonderful feeling

Uh, (BRRT) smashin your bitch at the clurb
I peel off at the curb, yerd me (Young Fel)
Pearls on my neck you would think I’m on Bourbon
Stick to the street, but my money suburban (Big Body)
Swerve, pardon me when I’m swerving, yeah
Uh, real deal. You don’t fuck with me, meet me in person
Give you the look like there’s two things I want
Wish for a bag and a two headed blonde
Keeping three bitches for company (THREE)
She start to think she in love with me (DAMN)
This year I’m bout to be muh fuckin’ up
This year I’m bout to make way with the art
Bitch do not stop
This is not pop, this is rock (ay)
This for my opps

Last year was broken now this year they tell me
That there ain’t shit they can tell me

Jack Harlow:
Oh what a feeling
Straight to the top I don’t know where the ceiling, is
I don’t think you know who you dealing, with
Might just have to go to the dealer, ship
And cop something
Shout out to my pops, whole lotta sauce that I got from him
Reminiscing on times we was all youngings
In the function late night til the cops coming
Back then, they was acting, like we wouldn’t be shit, but now it’s packed in
Quit talking, like you know me
Because you don’t know a thing about Jack man
In class, I was zoned out, I didn’t learn how to multiply fractions
I was leaving my backpack at the crib, can’t trip now cause the whole bag’s in
No acting, this is real life
Tell me what it is what it feels like
Tell me is it wet is it real tight
Can I slide in with my lil guy?
I know it’s been a minute but I’m still fly
At Derby with a bow tie on like Bill Nye
I’m with your girl she a real vibe
We just had a picnic on the hillside

Felly:
Last year was broken now this year they tell me (HUH)
That there ain’t shit they can tell me
Y’all hear the click of the tele
I put this dick in (WOAH, WOAH, WOAH)
This year I’m bout to make muh fuckin’ millions (ya heard)
Watch them all get in their feelings (ya heard)
Once you be up you be chilling (okay)
Oh what a wonderful feeling

Yeah, bitch
Bitch it’s Young Fel, we in this