Lyrics Cashing In - Fly Union

Cashing In

Sewing up my wounds
Sutra for my pain
All these motherfucka’s keep telling me shit that I know is so mundane
I know pain and I know gain
I know money, I know insane
I know bang bang, damn how you do it
Half an ounce, or a pint of fluid
Get it, how you get it
If I’m in here when it started
I’ll be right here when it’s finished bitch
My bucket list is on a post-it
Three words: getting' mo' chips
Hula Hoop how this dough flip
Ain’t another nigga that’s cold as me
Ain’t a god damn way to get mo' from three
Got a hundred tracks just for shittin' on
Forty whips and they all gone
Liquidating my assets
Vegan shorty got ass left
No matter how small her waist get
Bet she keep shit in her basement
I’m movin' in just to take a shit
When I leave try and replace me
I’m doin' math on my down time
It’s adding up for the fourth time
My homeboy doin' fed time
That’s no shine
We compoundin' the interests
With a lil work and these gifts bitch
I’m makin' payroll with no accountant
So count us in
We in rocket, we out chea', yeah
I got these diamonds all from my heir
This gold all in my wrist
I all these girls all in my ear, yeah
This the life that we live
I got these diamonds all from my heir
Got this gold around my neck
I got these girls all in my ear
What will this life afford me next?
Checks
We cashin' 'em in, it’s The Greater Than Club
It’s The Greater Than Club, and we cashin' in
Checks
We cashin' 'em in, it’s The Greater Than Club
It’s The Greater Than Club, and we cashin' in
I told these niggas watch they tone
In a minute we’ll be on
Seein' all these palm trees and it got me in the zone
Doin' it so you know, uh
Sky high no oxygen
Trying win, trying not to sin
Take you where you never been
Always living greater than
What you 'bout, you ain’t 'bout shit
Yeah this is my lifestyle
You know it’s us when the cameras out, uh
Funny, yeah you niggas funny
I tell 'em like Jerry Jones always ask for the money, money
Uh, but for you it’s game over
Plottin' with my team, rolling in the Range Rover
Never know where I’ma take it
We stay eating, never naked
Motivation everyday, I tell my niggas we gone make it
Don’t question why, we ain’t signed yet
Ask your local promoter, why he ain’t book us yet
I get paper back when they book us
Bookmark my name, nigga read up
Newest car, latest features
Fuck outta my lane or nigga speed up
You gone need more people to beat us
We gone need more money to please us
No I don’t mean to be facetious
But the price is going up for these features
I need a personal assistant
And a personal Jesus
What’s God to a non-believer?
How you turn atheist to believers
Keep practicing what you preaching
And living what you teaching
I been having nightmares about these dreams
I been having trouble sleeping
But all my niggas stay hungry, but all my niggas been eating
Three meals a day, and everyday is the motherfuckin' weekend
Nigga I bet you love this shit, I loathe this shit (I do)
I need a loaf, toast of bread
And burn it all on my niggas
A thousand ways we can get it
You ain’t even a percentage
All my niggas is winning
Nigga, what the fuck nigga