Lyrics

(Nick E on the track)
Cashing out, bitch
(Nick E on the track)
Hey, yeah, aye
He said that he talking money
Speak up, ****, nobody heard you
She said I'm movin' too funny
Racks up, shawty, I gotta curve you
Remember running off a pack
It's in the hood what you need, I'ma serve you
Broke bitch get back
If she ain't talking chicken then I'm allergic, hey
I'ma pull up and I'm flexin' on purpose
Aye, I'ma smoke this jat and get honey bourbon
Hey, diamonds on me, shawty, why you so nervous
Shawty, I'm hot like the furnace
I'ma go and get the Wraith, swervin'
I need a cape
Woke up seeing all of my dreams
These **** turn fake
Fuck ****, ain't on the team
They should have nothing to say
**** ain't tryna get to the cheese (Get to the cheese)
Told them to get out my way
Do the most for the loot, I'ma fiend
Told them to get out my way
Do the most for the loot, I'ma fiend
Told them to get out my way
Do the most to the loot, I'ma fiend
You could get hit with the K
Shooters running down make a scene
You could get hit with the K
Shooters running down with the beam
She all in my face want the diamonds
She don't really want me (Really want me)
She calling me bae and I want the pussy
But I really want green (Really want green)
Bruh keep talking this tough shit
But that **** pussy
He don't really want beef (Really want beef)
Really get tied up, it's abduction
Aye, shut em up, throw 'em back in the V
Broke boy, change the subject
Ain't talkin' money, you ain't talkin' to me (Talking to me)
She sucking seed like the Rugrats
Told her pull up, told her get on her knees (She suck a seed)
Come here let me touch that
Shawty bad tryna get in between
These **** suspect, they too fake
Had to roll up the weed
Hatch a Buddha
Back right pour Four in the lean
And I'm too clutch
Three seconds and they passing to me
I'm like boo yah
I just hit a lick for the P (Hey)
You a loser, diamonds on me dance Billie Jean
Big body take up two lanes
I'ma do the dash like Usain
I don't give a fuck what you say
I'ma get the cash, I'm too paid
Tryna get the cash, you too late (Hey)
Diamonds they flash, Kool-aid
All black jack dooms day (Down)
Poured a Fendi in the bag, who hey
He said that he talking money
Speak up, ****, nobody heard ya (Nobody heard you)
She said I'm movin' too funny
Racks up, shawty, I gotta curve you (I gotta curve)
Remember running off a pack
It's in the hood what you need, I'ma serve you
Broke bitch get back
If she ain't talking chicken then I'm allergic (Flexin' on purpose)
I'ma pull up and I’m flexin' on purpose (Flexin' on purpose)
Aye, I'ma smoke this jat and get honey bourbon (Honey burbon)
Hey, diamonds on me, shawty, why you so nervous (Why you so nervous)
Shawty I’m hot like the furnace
I'ma go and get the Wraith, swervin'
These **** turn fake, fuck ****
Ain't on the team
They should have nothing to say
**** ain't tryna get to the cheese (Get to the cheese)
Told them to get out my way
Do the most for the loot, I'ma fiend
Told them to get out my way
Do the most for the loot, I'ma fiend
Told them to get out my way
Do the most for the loot, I'ma fiend
You could get hit with the K
Shooters running down make a scene
You could get hit with the K
Shooters running down with the beam
She all in my face, want the diamonds
She don't really want me (Really want me)
Written by: Dominick J Eagles, Jason Critchlow, Jay Critch, Jesus Alanis
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