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att!cus - cashing out lyrics

might need a choppa now
d+mn, that choppa go “blow”
i see the top now, how?
b+tch, i just can’t wait to cash out
huh, my diamonds, they taken
my money, blue faces
all my time, don’t waste it
all my rhymes, no faking
mad at me cause i’m at the top
mad at me cause i just got up
mad at me cause my bands don’t stop
mad at me lil boy you an op
cashing out bigger than life, you better come and rock
cashing out and i count my money, count stacks, count racks and count my guap
my sh+t go hard, yeah, my sh+t go real dumb
smoke so much sh+t every day i think i’m going numb
you do to much now she goin’, um, um
you do too much now you don’t even get a crumb

b+tches be talking that sh+t but they not opps
shots flying at you and they go like, “bah bah”
leaning and popping like rocks, ha
poured up a four with some wock, grah
poured up a four with some wock, grah
poured up a four with some wock, grah

doing what i want, succeeding
sitting around late, i’m dreaming
then repeating
cause right now its kinda seeming

you don’t get nothing
you don’t get none
don’t get nothing
cause i just won

you don’t get nothing
you don’t get none
don’t get nothing
cause i just won
might need a choppa now
d+mn, that choppa go “blow”
i see the top now, how?
b+tch, i just can’t wait to cash out
huh, my diamonds, they taken
my money, blue faces
all my time, don’t waste it
all my rhymes, no faking
mad at me cause i’m at the top
mad at me cause i just got up
mad at me cause my bands don’t stop
mad at me lil boy you an op
cashing out bigger than life, you better come and rock
cashing out and i count my money, count stacks, count racks and count my guap

yeah
yeah
ay, i can’t stop, no
caught that boy up late
he getting popped, whoa
i’m finna hit up neiman marcus
like i shop, whoa
and your n+gga on the bottom
i’m on top, whoa
i just put up bands for a new wraith
oh, yeah, that’s your ho, i want her
okay, i’m gonna take her
okay, put that b+tch on cam, h+ll yeah i made her
moving iffy with some molly, p+ssy
but i play her though
i just took your favorite ho
and i just f+cking tamed her
i just hopped out of the blue, like the undertaker
only focus on my blues, gotta get my cake up
if you ain’t talking about cake, p+ssy, don’t even say nun’
huh, yeah, d+mn i swerved that dude
yeah, yeah
who is you?
i upgraded from a honda to a bentley coupe, yeah
do the dash on these n+ggas, finna drop the roof
might need a choppa now
d+mn, that choppa go “blow”
i see the top now, how?
b+tch, i just can’t wait to cash out
huh, my diamonds, they taken
my money, blue faces
all my time, don’t waste it
all my rhymes, no faking
mad at me cause i’m at the top
mad at me cause i just got up
mad at me cause my bands don’t stop
mad at me lil boy you an op
cashing out bigger than life, you better come and rock
cashing out and i count my money, count stacks, count racks and count my guap, whoa

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