Cash Out

Cash Out - M.O.E. (Remix) feat Trinidad James lyrics

rate me

I work no play I'm blessed.

Yeah

Ca$h Out

F*ck what the nigga say

Hook:

P**sy, huh, innocent more E, baby,

money over everything that's what it be baby

huh, and they ain't flier than me baby

huh, and I'm getting money, pay me baby

yeah and my rims real big,

and my houses real big,

and my money's real long huh,

huh, innocent more E baby,

money over everything that's what it be baby.

Cool and I'm flier than the pelican

and I'm fresher than I ever been

and I'm hot than I ever been

and I'm motherf*cking starter in

I ain't like these other niggas

I really saw that butterman

hot, and boy you still gotta get touched up,

and this f*ck your family feelings I'm like tough lot,

and I ain't never like no limo, like make a box,

and I ain't no with simple girl I like make her slaves,

I'm coming at niggas, like they owe me,

I hear talking real gangsta I'm like show me,

24 out in your chest they call me Coby

but I don't really wanna get back till the owe me.

[Hook:]

I can't wait to do a song with Boosy straight out of jail

and them niggas hatin on because I'm getting them hail,

and them bitches loving on me, still some dresser so will,

I remember coming up I had to hustle for real,

many hours had to ..have whatever for sale,

what I can't afford I made a promise nigga with self

I'm a blinder running and how my mama turned up,

real nigga guess up, fade niggas hatin ..

so you can cure money your mouth nigga,

jajaja and I'm kidding making these songs nigga,

your bitch won't sing alone nigga

you want that power that respect,

is money over everything bitch.

[Hook:]

Yeah and my team I won't trade for nothing,

man I was on the block grinding hard like I was a slave or something

mine trying to get my chopper,

base loading run the stuck up, now they pay me for pop ups,

nigga but don't make me pop up,

'cause bodies they won't pop up, niggas they get mobed up,

and we don't call up hit man we call them cleaners

watch these niggas ass up and put em in the cleaners,

ass missin .. have you seen em,

jury blinding all these bitches they like we can't see them,

and I know these niggas hatin, but they wanna beat em,

and that's why I play with hate like I was in the gym,

[Hook:]

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