Crash Out

Running through the city, making money til I pass out
Youngins they on go and they can't wait until they crash out
Got a bad bih with me, that's gone always keep her ass out
Bring that money to me, I just milk her like a cash cow
Running through the city, making money til I
Damn
Youngins they on go and they can't wait until they
Damn
Got a bad bih with me, that's gone always keep her
Damn
Bring that money to me, I just milk her like a
Damn

Think before you speak cause you won't treat me like a hoe or sum
She bring that bread to me, whole thang, ain't even blow some crumbs
Niggas think they stupid til they see that I be going dumb
Cause I ain't got no feelings to a point they think I'm going numb
Rappers out here capping and they faking like they jewelry
You think them niggas fye but what the fuck that gotta do with me
Baby I'm the shit I'm talking flowing in a sewer creek
Yo bitch done fell in love cause when we fuck she think it's two of me
Okay okay
Youngins in this bitch wanting to crash out
Don't play okay
I'm a have em empty out ya stash house
Circle round the block until the police bring them bags out
Then tell em leave no witness then proceed to me to cash out

Running through the city, making money til I pass out
Youngins they on go and they can't wait until they crash out
Got a bad bih with me, that's gone always keep her ass out
Bring that money to me, I just milk her like a cash cow
Running through the city, making money til I
Damn
Youngins they on go and they can't wait until they
Damn
Got a bad bih with me, that's gone always keep her
Damn
Bring that money to me, I just milk her like a
Damn

I be moving like that nigga through the town
Like watch I spin around
And bitches take these pics to see me smile
You'll never see me down
Unless it's at the bank when I put down
Then I double back and flip it to remix like a sound
I got niggas all on stand by and hoes they on go though
No specific genders shooters, that ain't known for taking photos
Just hit my dawg and tell em I need double for that promo
He gone tell me that it's up and then pull up right in that four door
How you wanna do it, how you wanna play
What's the rules
I can make it hot and I can make it shake
Like it ain't cool
Say you want some smoke because you got some beef
But you ain't stew
I'm a tell my niggas cook you, then just bring me back the food
Since I'm

Running through the city, making money til I pass out
Youngins they on go and they can't wait until they crash out
Got a bad bih with me, that's gone always keep her ass out
Bring that money to me, I just milk her like a cash cow
Running through the city, making money til I
Damn
Youngins they on go and they can't wait until they
Damn
Got a bad bih with me, that's gone always keep her
Damn
Bring that money to me, I just milk her like a
Damn



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Writer(s): Kamario Belcher
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