FLASH by Kelow LaTesha Lyrics
[Intro: Kelow LaTesha]
Bitch, you can't be me for Halloween
This ain't no mothafuckin' costume
Fuck 'round with you, ho?
[Chorus: Kelow LaTesha]
Get cash (yeah, what?) think fast (sheesh)
Better go cut the grass, yeah, in a flash
Hit her, 'bout to smash, thrash (what?) like splash (splash)
Yeah, you be up in your bag, bitch, in the trash (what, what?)
Get the cash (sheesh), ayy, ayy, think fast
Better go cut the grass, yeah, in a flash (ooh)
Hit her, 'bout to smash, thrash, yeah, like splash
Yeah, you be up in your bag, bitch, in the trash (sheesh)
[Verse 1: El Cousteau]
My last name Cousteau (you damn right), of course my bitch bad
I fly her overseas, now we have jetlag
I buy you new Chanel, baby, to make your ex mad
'Cause he a little nigga, just like his stepdad
We have mimosas, and Molly, and bachelor parties (yeah)
I've got a bitch that work at Chick-fil-a and a side job at Shopper's
She won't let me back inside her house 'cause I stole her charger
I wear Donna Karan even though these blue boots is Prada
I've never been on the bench, always a starter
Hangin' out with the guys that love to start problems
You wanna book me for a show, an eighth a key what I charge ya
And I'm back in my gym, Harlem Shakin' and holla (thank you)
[Chorus: Kelow LaTesha]
Get cash (yeah, what?) think fast (sheesh)
Better go cut the grass, yeah, in a flash
Hit her, 'bout to smash, thrash (what?) like splash (splash)
Yeah, you be up in your bag, bitch, in the trash (what, what?)
Get the cash (sheesh), ayy, ayy, think fast
Better go cut the grass, yeah, in a flash (ooh)
Hit her, 'bout to smash, thrash, yeah, like splash
Yeah, you be up in your bag, bitch, in the trash (sheesh)
[Verse 2: Kelow LaTesha]
Ayy, I'm hungry, dawg, but my pockets fucked up
Been workin' hard, but homie, nah, this shit is not enough
They said they'd hold me but they fraud, they all switched up
She said that love is natural, but this shit is made up
Man, that bitch ain't got foundation, man, she all makeup
Ayy, barely blended, barely spend it, check the check, this bitch offended
My beats, they be splendid, my pockets gettin' endless
I want them zeros in account to grow so damn extended
I seen some bum bitches turn breathless
I'm workin' 'til I become so restless
That jealousy'll make 'em look so hopeless
Ayy, better turn your lover, ooh, so careless, bitch
[Chorus: Kelow LaTesha]
Get cash (yeah, what?) think fast (sheesh)
Better go cut the grass, yeah, in a flash
Hit her, 'bout to smash, thrash (what?) like splash (splash)
Yeah, you be up in your bag, bitch, in the trash (what, what?)
Get the cash (sheesh), ayy, ayy, think fast
Better go cut the grass, yeah, in a flash (ooh)
Hit her, 'bout to smash, thrash, yeah, like splash
Yeah, you be up in your bag, bitch, in the trash (sheesh)
Bitch, you can't be me for Halloween
This ain't no mothafuckin' costume
Fuck 'round with you, ho?
[Chorus: Kelow LaTesha]
Get cash (yeah, what?) think fast (sheesh)
Better go cut the grass, yeah, in a flash
Hit her, 'bout to smash, thrash (what?) like splash (splash)
Yeah, you be up in your bag, bitch, in the trash (what, what?)
Get the cash (sheesh), ayy, ayy, think fast
Better go cut the grass, yeah, in a flash (ooh)
Hit her, 'bout to smash, thrash, yeah, like splash
Yeah, you be up in your bag, bitch, in the trash (sheesh)
[Verse 1: El Cousteau]
My last name Cousteau (you damn right), of course my bitch bad
I fly her overseas, now we have jetlag
I buy you new Chanel, baby, to make your ex mad
'Cause he a little nigga, just like his stepdad
We have mimosas, and Molly, and bachelor parties (yeah)
I've got a bitch that work at Chick-fil-a and a side job at Shopper's
She won't let me back inside her house 'cause I stole her charger
I wear Donna Karan even though these blue boots is Prada
I've never been on the bench, always a starter
Hangin' out with the guys that love to start problems
You wanna book me for a show, an eighth a key what I charge ya
And I'm back in my gym, Harlem Shakin' and holla (thank you)
[Chorus: Kelow LaTesha]
Get cash (yeah, what?) think fast (sheesh)
Better go cut the grass, yeah, in a flash
Hit her, 'bout to smash, thrash (what?) like splash (splash)
Yeah, you be up in your bag, bitch, in the trash (what, what?)
Get the cash (sheesh), ayy, ayy, think fast
Better go cut the grass, yeah, in a flash (ooh)
Hit her, 'bout to smash, thrash, yeah, like splash
Yeah, you be up in your bag, bitch, in the trash (sheesh)
[Verse 2: Kelow LaTesha]
Ayy, I'm hungry, dawg, but my pockets fucked up
Been workin' hard, but homie, nah, this shit is not enough
They said they'd hold me but they fraud, they all switched up
She said that love is natural, but this shit is made up
Man, that bitch ain't got foundation, man, she all makeup
Ayy, barely blended, barely spend it, check the check, this bitch offended
My beats, they be splendid, my pockets gettin' endless
I want them zeros in account to grow so damn extended
I seen some bum bitches turn breathless
I'm workin' 'til I become so restless
That jealousy'll make 'em look so hopeless
Ayy, better turn your lover, ooh, so careless, bitch
[Chorus: Kelow LaTesha]
Get cash (yeah, what?) think fast (sheesh)
Better go cut the grass, yeah, in a flash
Hit her, 'bout to smash, thrash (what?) like splash (splash)
Yeah, you be up in your bag, bitch, in the trash (what, what?)
Get the cash (sheesh), ayy, ayy, think fast
Better go cut the grass, yeah, in a flash (ooh)
Hit her, 'bout to smash, thrash, yeah, like splash
Yeah, you be up in your bag, bitch, in the trash (sheesh)