Cash Cab

Taxi!
If people were wood, what would be the meth head of wood?
Yup
Are we gonna do, like, an intro thing?
Just, just, just feel it, just feel it
Just feel the beat
Make sure he eats some Popeyes before
And I'm very sorry for it
Please talk to me
I will do anything to make it right, I am so sorry
Like I, like I, like I care a lot, and I really just want to –
Fuck you!
NGB

Yeah
Johnny Changes on the beat
We here, uh
Yeah we talkin' cash cab (you're out)
Oh I'm talkin' cash grab, yeah, yeah

So much ice, I turn the Rogue into a snow toboggan
My shit so hot I'm fuckin' banned from the Okanagan
(vroom, vroom)
I say, uh, yes to drugs and no to stoppin'
Hit and split quick
Flip the ignition on the Rogue and hop in (pog)
There's no comparison this shit embarrassing
Y'all parrot pairs of lines I pair with Pac
And mix a little bit of Paris in
I'm blaring sin, electric wristband Coldplay style
Infinite lines, songs longer than the OJ trial
Used to smash with hands clasped, but now I hit and split quick
I don't fuck with no legitimately illiterate bitch
I'm intimidated intimating intimate shit
It gets intricate innit? Think being single is lit
I got a, bench press that impresses press yes ottermode
Undressed is when I'm, dressed best 'lotta bros
Pests yes expect to best my jests honour roll
Restless my case the place I rest gotta go

Yoga class
In the cash cab, we got cash grab
In the cash cab, we got cash grab
In the cash cab, we got cash grab (okay, yeah)
In the cash cab, we got
Teeth

Lemme break it down lemme break it real slow
Cause I took a couple hits and now we moving slo-mo
Got my foot on the pedal but I'm not really sure (yeah)
Where we gonna leave the cab
And when we gonna get home (yeah)
Feeling kinda sick but I'm no MD (doctor)
Girls I got three years ago still hitting up my feed
Call me Kay Teeth cause my feeling ain't free (prenup)
She sending me the addy like I'm ADHD (waaa, no)
Driving out slow, red light stopping
Didn't mean to get your girl at my door knocking
She knows the code, we're done talking
Got three strikes now she going home walking

You better run, act fast
This track a hot one, last dab (yoga class)
I tell him put it on my last tab
We rollin' home in the cash cab (bah, yeah)
My shit'll hit, brass stab (yeah)
This track a hot one, last dab
I tell him put it on my last tab (tab, tab)
We rollin' home in the cash cab
Cash cab, cash cab, cash c-c-c cab
Imma say we go to karaoke tonight, tonight, tonight

I do it again, yo give me a pen
These bitches a trend, with you and your friends
Motherfucker I've been tryna tell you this shit
Since I was like ten
I takin' you downtown
Cash cab got me feelin' down
Dine and dash with your bitch now
Did it myself, no one taught me how
Top of the mornin'
Six a.m. already scorin'
Dunk on a bitch, go to the booth
Pullin' up like I'm Jordan
Doing everything I can for this
World started out my blank canvas, now I feel anxious
Already dropped out my first campus
Thought that decision would be nothin' but bliss
But here I am, runnin' amiss
Just thinkin' maybe I should quit
I got this cash cab but I'm missing happiness

You better run, act fast
This track a hot one, last dab (yoga class)
I tell him put it on my last tab
We rollin' home in the cash cab (bah, yeah)
My shit'll hit, brass stab (yeah)
This track a hot one, last dab
I tell him put it on my last tab (tab, tab)
We rollin' home in the cash cab

Yoga class
I like the yoga class



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Writer(s): Nicholas Lange
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