| This is my life, where the fuck do I begin?
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| I’ll take what you got, this is Hollywood Undead
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| Motherfuckers looking at us when they want that bread
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| Got us on a world tour and it never ends
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| Making moves, cashing checks, and I’m out the door
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| Couple bottles, fifteen hundred, yeah, it’s on the floor
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| Loose, vivid visions and I think I’m losing all control
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| My body’s frozen, take a hit, now it’s time to go
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| This rockstar shit, no, it ain’t a day job
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| But I treat it like one, that’s 'cause I’m a fucking stud
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| Ch&agne bonbons and you know it’s nonstop
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| Pouring out these bottles like Niagra on a drop-top
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| I forget everything, yeah, I blacked out
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| Didn’t pay the bills, wifey bugging me to chill out
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| I act a fool when I see these girlies' thongs out
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| Yeah, I’m with the plug and these strippers got me cashed out
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| Everybody thrash now before we cash out
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| Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain’t coming back down
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| Let’s fucking thrash now before we cash out
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| Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain’t coming back down
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| Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out
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| Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out
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| Cashed out, g-got me cashed out
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| Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain’t coming back down
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| Smoking on that blue palm, sniff a couple pounds
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| Pull up to that Jumbo’s, yeah, we acting clowns
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| Strippers on that pole and you know they break it down
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| Take a bow, blow a kiss, bring your sins to my crowd
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| Yeah, I got a couple chains and they looking nice
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| One says «RIP», the other is Jesus Christ
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| And that’s that hippie high life, smoking at the bright lights
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| Making bad decisions, yeah, I do this every night
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| Everybody thrash now before we cash out
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| Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain’t coming back down
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| Let’s fucking thrash now before we cash out
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| Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain’t coming back down
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| Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out
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| Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out
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| Cashed out, g-got me cashed out
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| Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain’t coming back down
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| Business got me running from 'em, bitches spending money on 'em
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| Sick that homie Funny on 'em, stack them bricks and flaunt it on 'em
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| You fools don’t want any problems, stacking chips and popping bottles
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| Up in the club with Gucci bottoms, up in the club with Gucci bottoms
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| My exes meet my hoes, that shit’s like Tic-Tac-Toe
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| If a bitch done stole your money, you should get that hoe
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| And after you get it back you better spend that dough
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| Get you a bunch of coke, you better blow that snow
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| Everybody thrash now before we cash out
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| Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain’t coming back down
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| Let’s fucking thrash now before we cash out
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| Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain’t coming back down
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| Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out
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| Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out
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| Cashed out, g-got me cashed out
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| Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain’t coming back down |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cashed Out, artist - Hollywood Undead. Album song Five, in the genre