Cash out Lyrics

Clap out the door, get money, y'all my niggas out, they waitin, know somethin

Lil' back and forth, real runnin' with a lil' bitch who I know who comin

She just tryna do a lil' lustin, fuck that, we in the middle, belt bustin

Come and cash out with four and I'ma front you an extra three, it's nothin

While I'm gon' walk some more, I'ma hit you when I get back, nah, shit jumpin

I know pain niggas got some flow and keep it on go, salute you, hustlin

In the streets with a lot on my mind, up digits, tryna up my figures

Old school hit me for them painkillers, prescriptions, I'ma go get it

Gotta make sure a nigga gon' walk that talk when the time to stand on business

Wait till the last minute, then fold down, that's why I don't feel him

Bust a package open, you handle business, you finish, gon' sell him

Yes, that cola bowl stick to the cold, get dough, that's how I'm chillin

We somethin' like a monster, try to get in your pockets

Just to get a lil' profit, stay away from darkest

And we all got rockets, we don't plug in sockets

I'm gettin' low at this lil' hoe and she stalkin

Beatin' my cash, feels left and right, those folks done got a nigga boxin

On my way to another bag, but meanwhile, I'm choppin

My lil' nigga did they ass and they chased, less than one minute, he lost him

Did they ass again, later on that day, we hopped out walkin

One thing about it, my lil' nigga stomp, he gon' always be a problem

Up on you, shoot, on sight, never need no dolphin

Niggas need to mind they business, worry about shit, don't need no solvin

Squad like fuckin' with bitches, textin' me keys, you see me callin

I'm out here gettin' this grease, all I got is me, don't need no fallin

Next time just slide with me, old friend, I said she see me doggin

But she just wanna be down, on the real, probably see me flossin

I came up from the ground, on the real, lotta shit done cost me

Know we ain't fuckin' with clowns, got a pill, only fuck with bosses

Clap out the door, get money, yeah, my niggas out, they waitin' on somethin

Lil' back up off-road runnin' with a lil' bitch who I know who comin

She just tryna do a lil' dustin, fuck that, we in the middle of the bus

Comin' cash out with four, and I'ma front you with extra three, it's nothin

Ron, I gon' want some more, I'ma hit you when I get back, nine shit jumpin

I know plenty niggas got some flow, and keep it on go, salute you hustlin

In the streets with a lot on my mind, up digits, tryna up my figures

Old school hit me for them painkillers, prescriptions, I'ma go get it

Anywhere I'ma fall, I'll hang with the big dawg, I'm clashin' at 40, you don't wanna see me piss off

I fuck with my bitch, then I tell the ho to get lost, gotta watch out for big, cause you know they'll triple cross

They say that they real, but you know that shit be false, and they weren't there when we had to tip off

Yeah, we ball, but we do not play ball, I hit the block as soon as I got laid off

I'ma go get me some money, and make me some more, soon as I walk out of dope

Lil' bitch, I put on that drip, I'm fresh as a fuck from her head to my toe

I'm makin' that cash, and spinnin' that fast, and I'm tellin' Wednesday I'ma go

I know the lil' niggas be peepin' my moves, I gotta stay strapped with that pole

Got a bad bitch that layin' in the bed while I count my money on the floor

Somebody got shot, police knockin' at the door, askin' questions, nobody know

Catch me an egg, if you go to trip it, throw me a bag, and watch me go flip it

I'm on a mission to go get a ticket, I stay with the ride, I'm tryin' to go fishin

Now we ain't doin' no ass kissin, a lot of these niggas do bad bitch

Lil' homie got killed for fast livin, pillin, talkin' to niggas, squealin, they be killin

People gon' hate for no reason, my bitch wanna leave, it's a reason, and the ho be killin

Countin' out racks, it's a wonderful feeling when you really gettin' money, shit really get different

And the Glock hit different, better stay ass in line, cause I swear I ain't missin

Gotta make it out the trench on the dogs, these fences, free all my niggas behind them freezers

Clap out the door, get money, y'all my niggas out, they waitin, know somethin

Lil' back and forth, real runnin, with a lil' bitch who I know who comin

She just tryna do a lil' love, then fuck that, we in the middle of the bus

Comin' cash out with four, and I'ma front you an extra three, it's nothin

Ron, I gon' want some more, I'ma hit you when I get back, now shit jumpin

I know plenty niggas got some flow, and keep it on go, salute you hustler

In the streets with a lot on my mind, up digits, tryna up my figure

Old school hit me for them painkillers, prescriptions, I'ma go get it