Cashin Out
(I really like to use plugg)
(Huh, huh, huh, Bitch)
They keep sayin' I'm up next but I'm already knowin'
I ain't foreign, but right through my veins, exotic flowin'
Pull the chopper out on him and like a nose, it's blowin'
My boy, he moves just like John Deere, the crops, he got 'em growin'
Three point five, set up shop, brand new ride, hit the block
Girls gone wild, lose the top, I can't lie, I don't got no opps
Like a chore, my boy gon' mop,
Can't trust these niggas, they gon' flop
I'm too high, I'm up like stocks, in that whip, we hotbox
Me and that blunt, we lip-lock, I can't feel my face at all
Run them funds like Set It Off, niggas ain't gettin' no bread at all
I keep havin' money thoughts, and I can't seem to fend 'em off
Red dot on your face like Saw, we still yellin', "Fuck the law"
And niggas don't be duckin' 12, like taco trucks, yeah, we got shells
Send them packs right through the mail, we got product just like gel
In the end, had no one else, can't wait on you, do it myself
GG tatted on my ribs and what you think that stand for?
Glicks galore, back when I was broke, I prayed for bands more
Life, I never planned it out, but look how things are pannin' out
Niggas out here crashin' out, they see me now, I'm cashin' out
GG tatted on my ribs and what you think that stand for?
Glicks galore, back when I was broke, I prayed for bands more
Life, I never planned it out, but look how things are pannin' out
Niggas out here crashin' out, they see me now, I'm cashin' out, bitch
(Huh, huh, huh, huh)
Come to Muddy World, you can have some fun
I count up the funds, I finesse the racks
Yeah, I took your bands, huh, you can't get 'em back
They be biting swag, "Muddy, what is that?"
I'm high ooff the pack, chillin' in the back
All I know is that I can't ever lack
Every time I rap, they be sayin', "Facts"
GG tatted on my ribs and what you think that stand for?
Glicks galore, back when I was broke, I prayed for bands more
Life, I never planned it out, but look how things are pannin' out
Niggas out here crashin' out, they see me now, I'm cashin' out
GG tatted on my ribs, like what you think that stand for?
Glicks galore, back when I was broke, I prayed for bands more
Life, I never planned it out, but look how things are pannin' out
Niggas out here crashin' out, they see me now
I'm cashin' out, bitch (I really like to use plugg)
(Huh)
(Bitch)
(GG, GG, GG, GG, huh)
(Huh, huh, huh, Bitch)
They keep sayin' I'm up next but I'm already knowin'
I ain't foreign, but right through my veins, exotic flowin'
Pull the chopper out on him and like a nose, it's blowin'
My boy, he moves just like John Deere, the crops, he got 'em growin'
Three point five, set up shop, brand new ride, hit the block
Girls gone wild, lose the top, I can't lie, I don't got no opps
Like a chore, my boy gon' mop,
Can't trust these niggas, they gon' flop
I'm too high, I'm up like stocks, in that whip, we hotbox
Me and that blunt, we lip-lock, I can't feel my face at all
Run them funds like Set It Off, niggas ain't gettin' no bread at all
I keep havin' money thoughts, and I can't seem to fend 'em off
Red dot on your face like Saw, we still yellin', "Fuck the law"
And niggas don't be duckin' 12, like taco trucks, yeah, we got shells
Send them packs right through the mail, we got product just like gel
In the end, had no one else, can't wait on you, do it myself
GG tatted on my ribs and what you think that stand for?
Glicks galore, back when I was broke, I prayed for bands more
Life, I never planned it out, but look how things are pannin' out
Niggas out here crashin' out, they see me now, I'm cashin' out
GG tatted on my ribs and what you think that stand for?
Glicks galore, back when I was broke, I prayed for bands more
Life, I never planned it out, but look how things are pannin' out
Niggas out here crashin' out, they see me now, I'm cashin' out, bitch
(Huh, huh, huh, huh)
Come to Muddy World, you can have some fun
I count up the funds, I finesse the racks
Yeah, I took your bands, huh, you can't get 'em back
They be biting swag, "Muddy, what is that?"
I'm high ooff the pack, chillin' in the back
All I know is that I can't ever lack
Every time I rap, they be sayin', "Facts"
GG tatted on my ribs and what you think that stand for?
Glicks galore, back when I was broke, I prayed for bands more
Life, I never planned it out, but look how things are pannin' out
Niggas out here crashin' out, they see me now, I'm cashin' out
GG tatted on my ribs, like what you think that stand for?
Glicks galore, back when I was broke, I prayed for bands more
Life, I never planned it out, but look how things are pannin' out
Niggas out here crashin' out, they see me now
I'm cashin' out, bitch (I really like to use plugg)
(Huh)
(Bitch)
(GG, GG, GG, GG, huh)
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Writer(s): 0, Cameron Pitts, Cashcache
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