Cash out

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, f*ck 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 f*ck 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, f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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