Cashed Out (feat. SAGA)
Work at two jobs I was stressed out
Run up that bag get my racks up
I was exhausted I had me a drink
I almost fainted man I passed out
Out in the mall I spend me a bag
I got me some drip then I cashed out
Youngen was broke like back in days
But now I chose to hit the cash route
I been going crazy, keep that money coming in
Had to pile it up, stack it up, put it on the gang
Tired of the fake, why they playing and pretend
Stab me in my back, still you trying to be my friend
Man fuck all this shit, that's why I'm never gonna switch
Fuck being broke, man it's time to get rich
Feel like Steph Curry when I shoot I never miss
Do it all for the money no I never chase a bitch
Got tired of the cold, book a flight to LA
Man I really like to travel, I could do this every day
Fuck around get the pack and double up the pay
Get that mula coming in, no matter where I stay
Rico and Saucey you know we finessing em
(Yee) coming in hot, like the taliban
(Yee) reaching the peak, then we sellin em
Work at two jobs I was stressed out
Run up that bag get my racks up
I was exhausted I had me a drink
I almost fainted man I passed out
Out in the mall I spend me a bag
I got me some drip then I cashed out
Youngen was broke like back in days
But now I chose to hit the cash route
Can't worry bout shit, it's like 8 degrees
Took a flight, yea I know niggas hating me
Success in my view, just enjoy the breeze
Allergies kicking in, from them different trees
Know some homies, that fuck with the Perky seeds
When you stressed, we gone cope how we cope
If got it, its tucked in the coat
She want dick, stuff it all in her throat
You don't know how I feel, just don't speak on things
I like diamonds, that's mixed wit the shiny things
Doing drugs, it just help wit the pain
Almost gone, I was going insane
Head be pounding, I hate the migraines
If I get it, I get it, I get it
I was lost, wasn't moving my pivot
Only drank, it was mixed like a chemist
Work at two jobs I was stressed out
Run up that bag get my racks up
I was exhausted I had me a drink
I almost fainted man I passed out
Out in the mall I spend me a bag
I got me some drip then I cashed out
Youngen was broke like back in days
But now I chose to hit the cash route
Run up that bag get my racks up
I was exhausted I had me a drink
I almost fainted man I passed out
Out in the mall I spend me a bag
I got me some drip then I cashed out
Youngen was broke like back in days
But now I chose to hit the cash route
I been going crazy, keep that money coming in
Had to pile it up, stack it up, put it on the gang
Tired of the fake, why they playing and pretend
Stab me in my back, still you trying to be my friend
Man fuck all this shit, that's why I'm never gonna switch
Fuck being broke, man it's time to get rich
Feel like Steph Curry when I shoot I never miss
Do it all for the money no I never chase a bitch
Got tired of the cold, book a flight to LA
Man I really like to travel, I could do this every day
Fuck around get the pack and double up the pay
Get that mula coming in, no matter where I stay
Rico and Saucey you know we finessing em
(Yee) coming in hot, like the taliban
(Yee) reaching the peak, then we sellin em
Work at two jobs I was stressed out
Run up that bag get my racks up
I was exhausted I had me a drink
I almost fainted man I passed out
Out in the mall I spend me a bag
I got me some drip then I cashed out
Youngen was broke like back in days
But now I chose to hit the cash route
Can't worry bout shit, it's like 8 degrees
Took a flight, yea I know niggas hating me
Success in my view, just enjoy the breeze
Allergies kicking in, from them different trees
Know some homies, that fuck with the Perky seeds
When you stressed, we gone cope how we cope
If got it, its tucked in the coat
She want dick, stuff it all in her throat
You don't know how I feel, just don't speak on things
I like diamonds, that's mixed wit the shiny things
Doing drugs, it just help wit the pain
Almost gone, I was going insane
Head be pounding, I hate the migraines
If I get it, I get it, I get it
I was lost, wasn't moving my pivot
Only drank, it was mixed like a chemist
Work at two jobs I was stressed out
Run up that bag get my racks up
I was exhausted I had me a drink
I almost fainted man I passed out
Out in the mall I spend me a bag
I got me some drip then I cashed out
Youngen was broke like back in days
But now I chose to hit the cash route
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Writer(s): Thomas Brand
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