Cash Back
Failure gives you two choices, you stay down or you get up
Well, I'm up and I am fired up because I have figured it out
County boy
It's sluggga bitch
I done seen a nigga hit a lick then get robbed
I know some bitches who sell pussy say fuck a job
I know young niggas who just run around and rob
And they bustin' jugs, they ain't never have a job
If I feel disrespected, send them where your stash at
Ever been so pot, you swipe your credit to get cash back
I done been so broke, I got the money, let it stash back
I done been so broke, I got the money, let it stash racks
They say it get better through the days, my pain is here to stay
Maison Margiela for the weather, ooh, it's a rainy day
Yeah, I'm talkin' like brown ones with their paint specs
Shorty let me fuck and I ain't even have a latex
She know I'm a ticket, so she probably seen the paycheck
Remember in them days, I couldn't even get a paycheck
Got it off consignment had to give them niggas rain checks
Now it's tom ford sweats just to hop up on the flight
Free my niggas locked down, you gon' be alright
Know that I'm rockin' with you whether you wrong or right
Late nights, I don't even stop, ain't no lights
Cause these niggas hatin, they gon' try to take my life
I done seen a nigga hit a, licked then get robbed
I know some bitches who sell pussy say fuck your job
I know young niggas who just run around and rob
And they bustin' jugs, they ain't never have a job
If I feel disrespected, send them where your stash at
Ever been so pot, you swipe your credit to get cash back
I done been so broke, I got the money, let it stash back
I done been so broke, I got the money, let it stash racks
I done seen a nigga hit a lick then get robbed
I know some bitches who sell pussy say fuck a job
I know young niggas who just run around and rob
And they bustin' jugs, they ain't never have a job
If I feel disrespected, send them where your stash at
Ever been so pot, you swipe your credit to get cash back
I done been so broke, I got the money, let it stash back
I done been so broke, I got the money, let it stash racks
Yeah yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Well, I'm up and I am fired up because I have figured it out
County boy
It's sluggga bitch
I done seen a nigga hit a lick then get robbed
I know some bitches who sell pussy say fuck a job
I know young niggas who just run around and rob
And they bustin' jugs, they ain't never have a job
If I feel disrespected, send them where your stash at
Ever been so pot, you swipe your credit to get cash back
I done been so broke, I got the money, let it stash back
I done been so broke, I got the money, let it stash racks
They say it get better through the days, my pain is here to stay
Maison Margiela for the weather, ooh, it's a rainy day
Yeah, I'm talkin' like brown ones with their paint specs
Shorty let me fuck and I ain't even have a latex
She know I'm a ticket, so she probably seen the paycheck
Remember in them days, I couldn't even get a paycheck
Got it off consignment had to give them niggas rain checks
Now it's tom ford sweats just to hop up on the flight
Free my niggas locked down, you gon' be alright
Know that I'm rockin' with you whether you wrong or right
Late nights, I don't even stop, ain't no lights
Cause these niggas hatin, they gon' try to take my life
I done seen a nigga hit a, licked then get robbed
I know some bitches who sell pussy say fuck your job
I know young niggas who just run around and rob
And they bustin' jugs, they ain't never have a job
If I feel disrespected, send them where your stash at
Ever been so pot, you swipe your credit to get cash back
I done been so broke, I got the money, let it stash back
I done been so broke, I got the money, let it stash racks
I done seen a nigga hit a lick then get robbed
I know some bitches who sell pussy say fuck a job
I know young niggas who just run around and rob
And they bustin' jugs, they ain't never have a job
If I feel disrespected, send them where your stash at
Ever been so pot, you swipe your credit to get cash back
I done been so broke, I got the money, let it stash back
I done been so broke, I got the money, let it stash racks
Yeah yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
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Writer(s): Kevin Anim
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