Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cashed Out, artist - Young Money. Date of issue: 10.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cashed Out |
| Fuck nigga, them fuck niggas |
| My blunt bigger than these lil niggas |
| Keep stuntin' with your bitch ass |
| You’ll get jacked and Jilled, nigga |
| Fuck wrong with these sissy niggas? |
| I’m smoking that Bill Bixby nigga |
| I’m spendin money, spendin money |
| Ben Franklin dizzy nigga! |
| Your bitch on my dick, I told her I was busy |
| She say «Wayne on me, Wayne on me» cause yo ass be drizzlin' |
| That pussy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon |
| And if she bounce that ass then I’m dribblin |
| That pussy so wet, it turned into a Gremlin |
| There’s only one me, ain’t no equivalent |
| She give me brain, brain like trivia |
| I got a black bitch and a red bitch |
| I call them hoes Aunt Vivian |
| Chopper knock your face off |
| Black shades, Ray Charles |
| I be killing them hoes |
| I got your ho up in my graveyard |
| I ain’t working with a full deck |
| But I pull out that Ace card |
| She grab that dick with 2 hands |
| Like she about to pray for it |
| Clips hanging, no curfew |
| Fuck you and who birthed you |
| I’m shining like church shoes |
| Birdman Jr.: y’all birdfood |
| I’m bout it. |
| I said I’m about to cum |
| She opened her mouth: water fountain |
| When I’m on the scene I’m on that lean |
| Bitch, I’m drowsy |
| Man, I’m so high I don’t know what I’m laughing about |
| I got bars, nigga and it’s happy hour! |
| Ridin' round with them choppas, not them ninas |
| Ridin' with a bitch named Molly and she on Molly — ha! |
| Bitch I put my foot in your ass: karate |
| Man these niggas can’t see me like a diary |
| Smoke that weed, let’s get irie |
| Nina shut up, that bitch got a silence |
| Top of the gun there is a scope |
| I close one eye, I look like a pirate, fuck it! |
| TRUKFIT my bitch up, Tunechi leave big nuts |
| I’m getting my dick sucked |
| I blow weed like it’s dust! |
| Spacehead: love pussy, hate feds |
| Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider |
| Told her drive it like it got 8 legs |
| I’m a made nigga: Makaveli |
| That Mack-11: necessary |
| I’m a hard head: I pop the cherry |
| No pussy no rats, no Tom and Jerry |
| They say your friends are your enemies? |
| Well, my friends are imaginary |
| I’m the motherfuckin resolution like the 1st of January |
| My ride cold and my bitch hot |
| I’m tired as hell but my dick not |
| I don’t gas no bitch, no pit-stop |
| Smoke Barney and Baby Bop! |
| Y’all niggas act like lady cops |
| My niggas smoke like coffee shops |
| That’s syrup gang, wafflehouse |
| Gunfight, I’ll knock you out |
| My bitch titties is poppin out |
| We poppin up and we get it poppin |
| Mask on, gloves on |
| Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin out |
| Like Nicki’s ass |
| Smoking on that sticky bag |
| Weezy F: I’m big and bad |
| Small feet, but I kick your ass |
| I’m the trigger man, and that shooting star |
| Eat that pussy like caviar |
| She treat that dick just like a straw |
| How you like them apples, Microsoft? |
| Now wipe it off. |
| I do Liv on Sundays: church! |
| Step off in that motherfucker fresher than some Certs |
| Uuh! |
| Who the fuck is Stevie J? |
| I got the ball, playing keepaway |
| Kidnap your ass, kill your ass |
| Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg! |
| It’s Hollygrove to my deathbed |
| Just make sure my pillow’s fluffed |
| Hit a nigga with a million shots |
| What you call that? |
| A million bucks |
| Good weed, we pass around |
| Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth |
| It’s Young Money, Cash Money |
| Til the motherfuckin day I’m Cashin Out! |
| Tunechi! |
| Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas |
| Your bitch wanna come over here where the grass is greener |
| And if you passing that weed, I’m the wide receiver |
| @LilTunechi, follow the leader Bitch! |