Cash Out - The Curb feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

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Intro

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Hey, hey, can I mix you?

Cool

Yeah

Ha

It's Cash Out

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Introducing Loaded

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Please let me roll'er

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The nasty guy knows her

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These hoes they know us

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Curve

The curve neck

Hook

It's niggas on the curb, that'll bust your head

It's niggas on the curb, really about that bread

It's niggas on the curb, really sold that blow

It's niggas on the curb, really work them hoes

Verse I

Ha, I'm back but I ain't love shit

In the stash house, I love bricks

In the stash house, I love cash

And on that trap shit, I love band

Nigga get your bands up

Tell'em will make her dance

Tell'em bands is in my pants

And I fuck with a bitch from France

She got an arrogant talk

I got an arrogant walk

Got a bricks horse

ATL baby, I'm a player

Woah, and you know yo hair gotta be

longer than mine

And you know that you gotta be super fine

Yeah, do your dance on that dick

Ha, I strike a pose, take a pic

Chorus

It's niggas on the curb, that'll bust your head

It's niggas on the curb, really about that bread

It's niggas on the curb, really sold that blow

It's niggas on the curb, really work them hoes

Verse II

I'm about that bread, I'm about that bread

Woke up in the morning with

Your bitch in my bed

I ain't scared but fuck the feds

Walk around the city with a brick in my pants

Ferrari horse, chopper, no bitch this ain't Mr. Egg

I had long hair, I shaved my dreads

So many waves that a bitch is gettin' scared

I mail you your girls' underwear, 2 box of condoms

I come prepared

Necklace full of VVSs, damn that a good first impression

I'm so cool but I got 3 rules

First, no fat hoes in my section

When I fuck, I use protection

You don't like it, get to steppin'

Standin' on the curb, young nigga with the work

Took a bunch of purp and a pound of purple

Bitch I'm a boss, your man's a worker

Hating on the team, don't make it worser

Picked up some hoes in a brand new work

Bitch you know that I'm a swerver

Satellite Sim, don't touch my dunk

Don't that bitch look like a turner

Chorus

It's niggas on the curb, that'll bust your head

It's niggas on the curb, really about that bread

It's niggas on the curb, really sold that blow

It's niggas on the curb, really work them hoes

The curb, the curb nigga

the curb, the curb

it's some niggas on that curb, really bust your head

It's niggas on the curb, really bout that bread