Cash Out

Lyrics

I came back now, getting all this guap
 I don't think about the past now
 Paper so long, I might fuck around and cash out
 Everyone on my side, now I got a bag and I tell her, "Say goodbye"
 Yeah I'm in my zone, yeah, they asking how I do this
 Right up in a whip, yeah, I hit it, now I'm moving
 Speaking my own language, yeah, the fans and me are fluent
 Gotta pay my dues and respect to the truest
 Restless, checklist, got it done, I'm reckless
 People talk about me, but they wouldn't ever test this
 Hella fake shawtiеs, yeah, they wonder why wе exes
 Pulling on my strings, yeah, they wonder why I left this
 Yeah, the bands, yeah, the bands, yeah, the bands turn me on
 Got em bands for my friends, no more bands for my love
 Pull up in a droptop, skrt off in the sun
 Yeah, you fake a lot-lot, baby we are done
 I just wanna go and fly, oh
 Why you always spreading lies, no
 Yeah you had me hypnotized, oh
 I would give another try, now
 I came back now, getting all this guap
 I don't think about the past now
 Paper so long, I might fuck around and cash out
 Everyone on my side, now I got a bag and I tell her, "Say goodbye"
 Yeah I'm in my zone, yeah, they asking how I do this
 Right up in a whip, yeah, I hit it, now I'm moving
 Speaking my own language, yeah, the fans and me are fluent
 Gotta pay my dues and respect to the truest
 Yuh, all my brothers tryna eat and we gon do it
 Know the bros gon have my back, we ever get into it
 Gotta dream and I won't stop, they know I gotta go pursue it
 With the team and when I blow I'm telling everyone I knew it, yuh
 Hellcats speed racing, I just want a check nigga
 Apply that pressure so my foot is on they neck, nigga
 I'm going up, I just want all of my checks bigger
 People round me tripping nowadays, I'm feeling stressed nigga
 Bouta make it so I'm never gon stop
 With the gang and we too solid, why y'all talking to the cops?
 I'm feeling different. wanna bust me down a watch
 Bout to pass all of the odds and go and chill up at the top
 I came back now, getting all this guap
 I don't think about the past now
 Paper so long, I might fuck around and cash out
 Everyone on my side, now I got a bag and I tell her, "Say goodbye"
 Yeah I'm in my zone, yeah, they asking how I do this
 Right up in a whip, yeah, I hit it, now I'm moving
 Speaking my own language, yeah, the fans and me are fluent
 Gotta pay my dues and respect to the truest
 

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Duration
02:34
Key
10
Tempo
95 BPM

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