Sunset Rehab

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Young Elle be the one
Yeah
With the cash out
I like nice blond hair
With her ass out
I might just cop two
And smash now
Poured up a four
And pass out

Sour puss sour face
Put ya hands down
Gotta kay gotta strap
For ya mans now
Do the race do the dash
To the cash now
Out my face pussy boy
Blow ya brains out

I'm the only one with a ma fuckin kay out
Ma fucka need to stay down
I'm the only one with a ma fuckin kay out
Ma fucka need to stay down

Whos that blowin up my phone
That's the money talking
Gotta cash app for my bitches
That's the money talking
Gotta strap for my bitches
Yeah
That's the pistol talking
Gotta rack on ya head
Yeah
If you ever walk em
Gotta strap to ya head
Yeah
If you ever touch em
Gotta strap to ya head
Yeah
If you ever touch em
Wanna piece of the pie
Boy gotta pay the profit
Wanna piece of the pie
Boy gotta pay the profit

Young Elle be the one
Yeah
With the cash out
I like nice blond hair
With her ass out
I might just cop two
And smash now
Poured up a four
And pass out
Young Elle be the one
Yeah
With the cash out
I like nice blond hair
With her ass out
I might just cop two
And smash now
Poured up a four
And pass out

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Whos that blowing up my phone
That's the cash talk
Yeah
That's the cash talk
Whos that blowing up my phone
That's the cash talk
Yeah
That's the cash talk



Credits
Writer(s): Ellerick Osborne
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