Cashed Out

Lyrics

Fuck nigga  
My blunt bigger than these lil niggas  
Keep stuntin with your bitch ass  
You'll get jacked and Jilled, nigga  
Fuck wrong with these sissy niggas'  
I'm smoking that Bill Bixby nigga  
I'm spendin money, spendin money  
Ben Franklin dizzy nigga!  
Your bitch on my dick, I told her I was busy  
She say 'Wayne on me, Wayne on me' cause yo ass need drizzlin  
That pussy came gift-wrapped, bow and a ribbon  
And if she bounce that ass then I'm dribblin  
That pussy so wet, it turned into a Gremlin  
There's only one me, ain't no equivalent  
She give me brain, brain like trivia  
I got a black bitch and a red bitch  
I call them hoes Aunt Vivian  
Chopper knock your face off  
Black shades, Ray Charles  
I be killing young hoes  
I got your ho up in my graveyard  
I ain't working with a full deck  
But I pull out that Ace card  
She grab that dick with 2 hands  
Like she about to pray for it  
Clips hanging, no curfew  
Fuck you and who birthed you  
I'm shining like church shoes  
Birdman Jr., y'all birdfood  
I'm bout it.. I said I'm about to cum  
She opened her mouth, water fountain  
When I'm on the scene I'm on that lean  
Bitch, I'm drowsy  
Man, I'm so high I don't know what I'm laughing about  
I got bars, nigga  
And it's happy hour!  
  
Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas  
Riding around with a bitch named Molly and she on Molly ' ha!  
Bitch I put my foot in your ass, karate  
Man these niggas can't see me like a diary  
Smoke that weed, let's get irie  
Nigga shut up, that bitch got a silencer  
Top of the gun there is a scope  
I close one eye, I look like a pirate, fuck it!  
Truckfit my bitch up, Tunechi leave big nuts  
I'm getting my dick sucked  
I blow weed like it's dust!  
Spacehead, love pussy, hate feds  
Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider  
Told her drive it like it got 8 legs  
I'm a made nigga, Machiavelli  
That Mack-11 necessary  
I'm a hard head, I pop the cherry  
No pussy no rats, no Tom and Jerry  
They say your friends are your enemies'  
Well, my friends are imaginary  
I'm the motherfuckin resolution like the 1st of January  
My ride cold and my bitch hot  
I'm tired as hell but my dick not  
I don't gas no bitch, no pitstop  
Smoke Barney and Baby Bop!  
Y'all niggas act like lady cops  
My niggas smoke like coffee shops  
That's syrup gang, wafflehouse  
Gunfight, I'll knock you out  
My bitch titties is poppin out  
We poppin up and we get it poppin  
Mask on, gloves on  
Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin out  
Like Nicki's ass  
Smoking on that sticky bag  
Weezy F, I'm big and bad  
Small feet, but I kick your ass  
I'm the trigger man, that shooting star  
Eat that pussy like caviar  
She treat that dick just like a straw  
How you like them apples, Microsoft'  
Now wipe it off,  
I do Liv on Sundays, church!  
Step off in that motherfucker fresher than some Certs  
Uuh! Who the fuck is Stevie J'  
I got the ball, playing keepaway  
Kidnap your ass, kill your ass  
Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg!  
It's Hollygrove to my deathbed  
Just make sure my pillow's fluffed  
Hit a nigga with a million shots  
What you call that' A million bucks  
Good weed, we pass around  
Money talks, mine got a nasty mouth  
It's Young Money, Cash Money  
Til the motherfuckin' day I'm Cashin Out!