Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cash Out, artist - MoneymarrDate of issue: 15.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cash Out |
| I hit the bank, cash out |
| Get in her homie, she pokin' her ass out |
| Swerve in the Lambo, hide by the crash out |
| Put the foreign in reverse and I back out |
| Big racks, act out |
| Deuce in the Faygo, I’m bout to pass out |
| ATM 'round here so I gotta max out |
| Dope in the knapsack, work in the traphouse |
| It’s too much gas in the air |
| Sippin' on Wock, ain’t no box, I can’t breathe, uh |
| Nigga reach for my chain, yeah, I dare |
| I whip out the Glock, hit his heart, make him bleed |
| Got these niggas, they mad 'cause I get to the cheese |
| Now they all in my face 'cause I got to the green, bitch |
| Every day lookin' cozy, them racks in my jeans |
| In the trap with the pack, got the Glock on my spleen |
| I see too many niggas tryna be on the team |
| If you play with it, burn that nigga whip again |
| Got a Glock on the seat, hoppin' out in Supreme |
| Mix up the Balmain with the Rick Owen jeans, yeah |
| I’m hot, I need a fan |
| These niggas be hatin' but I know they fans |
| When I’m steppin' in Prada, don’t fuck with the Vans |
| The thirty clip on me, ain’t usin' no hands, uh |
| Choppers, Dracos, pipes |
| I’ma walk down, caught an opp at the light |
| Step in Dolce Gabbana, my drip looking right |
| In the trap with them cutters, ain’t totin' no knife |
| Everybody keep saying, «Marr, what you gon' do?» |
| I can’t fuck with these niggas, these niggas be fu' |
| And I got a bad bitch who can’t fuck 'cause she rude |
| Put that bitch in Chanel, she got stuck like some glue |
| Yeah, it’s up, huh, burning more gas than a pump |
| If he come down that one-way, that boy out of luck |
| I ain’t keepin' out, ho, I just came here to bust, yeah, yeah |
| If I’ma shoot, I aim, don’t pop in the air |
| Just fucked up them Ones, had to go buy a new pair |
| If you ain’t check in, you wonder why you here |
| Beat on a ho with a ho, come see that |
| Nigga beat down your block, got you screamin' out, wonder |
| And your bitch wanna fuck with the kid, she a gunner |
| Got a big AR and that bitch get to drummin' |
| I just walked out the bank countin' twenties and hundreds |
| Ran off on the plug, now they call me a runner |
| I’ma flex on the opps, they gon' call me a stunner |
| And my trap get to jumpin', they call me the pumper |
| I’m in here with the fifth, bullets hit 'em, they thumpin', ooh |
| I hit the bank, cash out |
| Get in her homie, she pokin' her ass out |
| Swerve in the Lambo, hide by the crash out |
| Put the foreign in reverse and I back out |
| Big racks, act out |
| Deuce in the Faygo, I’m bout to pass out |
| ATM 'round here so I gotta max out |
| Dope in the knapsack, work in the traphouse |