Loud Pack Lyrics

Big ol' cashouts

Shawty threw her ass out

I ain't love the bitch, I gave her dick until she passed out

Whip and made it flip, I turned a brick into a glass house

I used to be mad down, I got niggas mad now

I used to be down bad

Sipping out the brown bag

All I do is count racks

What you know about that?

Way too many ways to get this paper, glad I found that

And while these niggas hated, I got faded off that loud pack

But he don't want smoke

Come see me, I'm right up the road

Come see the crib, you can see about the bands, I promise this shit not for show

Money to blow

Heard that you got an advance, well how come you ain't coming close

Ten on the clothes

She said she liking my style, I told her to come get a dose

Pop on occasion, I boast

Shrimp is Cajun, it's straight from the boat

She like you doing the most

How I'm rich but I'm still planing coach

Like I'm sick, man I can't be approached

I was patient, I waited to blow

Ksubi waist and it's H's below

They say Chris going places fasho

Let's see how far we can take it

Let's see how long you can fake it

Still can't believe I get paid off of beats, I think it's a glitch in the matrix

These days I might trip to Belize, I hate to see the same faces

Plus 1, it ain't enough baby girl, you know I gotta bring the gangstas

Big ol' cashouts

Shawty threw her ass out

I ain't love the bitch, I gave her dick until she passed out

Whip and made it flip, I turned a brick into a glass house

I used to be mad down, I got niggas mad now

I used to be down bad

Sipping out the brown bag

All I do is count racks

What you know about that?

Way too many ways to get this paper, glad I found that

And while these niggas hated, I got faded off that loud pack

Faded lately, ain't it crazy

'Rilla mode, come Bathing Ape me

Gang pull up in gray Mercedes

Suit is tailor made, lil baby

Yah yah

You want play, then come prepared to pay me

Yah yah

Fill my plate, the chef gon fish filet me

It's really going like that

Another flow I brought back

Everyday another face, another place, another hole in my bag

Keep losing clothes from out Saks

I bet I make it right back

I'm yelling free up all the slatts

And I ain't even got a plaque

I ain't done yet

Still ain't started having fun yet

Fuck July, I'm bringing May back,

I'm tryna ride out to the sunset

I gotta give them boys the payback

For niggas asking where the funds at

I'm lit, I wouldn't pass a drug test

Just wait to see what's coming up next

Big ol' cashouts

Shawty threw her ass out

I ain't love the bitch, I gave her dick until she passed out

Whip and made it flip, I turned a brick into a glass house

I used to be mad down, I got niggas mad now

I used to be down bad

Sipping out the brown bag

All I do is count racks

What you know about that?

Way too many ways to get this paper, glad I found that

And while these niggas hated, I got faded off that loud pack