syntixo - cash & clout lyrics
[intro]
uh, uh, oh oh (oh, oh)
oh, oh, oh+oh+oh+oh
yeah (let’s go, let’s go)
[chorus]
blowin’ that gas, n+gga (uh+huh, b+tch), b+tch, i’m a cash getter (uh+huh, lil’ b+tch)
i’m with countin’ figures (let’s get it, b+tch), whatchu’ about, n+gga? (let’s get it, stupid b+tch)
you just a clout getter, uh (uh, lil’ b+tch)
rockin’ my ricks, i rip it, uh (woah, that what?)
hop on my d+ck, b+tch, ribbit, uh (woah, that d+ck)
d+ck in that p+ssy, no divot, uh (oh woah, d+ck)
i’ma be real with you (be real, i’ma be real, uh)
b+tch, i don’t want to deal with you (uh+uh, b+tch, i don’t wanna deal, uh)
so, i’m gon’ .30 clip you (oh yeah, grahh, i’m gon’ .30 uh)
after that, f+ck your sister (skrt+skrrt, i’ma f+ck your sister haha)
[verse 1]
t+minus playing, nasa e minor (lift off, t+minus)
that means i’m blasting off on all these f+ckin’ old timers (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
so many drugs, don’t remember sh+t no more, got alzheimer’s (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, percocet, percocet)
but i always remember my bank account go up, pluses, no minus (what, uh, brr+brr+brr, bih)
percocet s+x, break her back like a laws (uh, percocet)
birkin bag my b+tch, she badder than y’all (uh+oh, let’s get it)
louis rag, my b+tch, simon raf, my b+tch (oh oh oh, yeah)
foreign swag, my b+tch is better than y’all (uh uh uh, woo)
she love when i hit her from the back and sh+t (uh+huh, she does)
when i walk out the house with my strap and sh+t (uh+huh, grahh)
got the gun on my lap, her in my lap
benjamin in my lap, and they all fit (let’s go let’s—, let’s go)
take percocets to the max, they run me like track (uh)
you could say i’m off it (uh, let’s try it)
they want me to sell my soul (bah bah bah)
i won’t take no offers (nah b+tch)
n+gga, i’m your father (uh+huh, i am)
maury said i’m father (uh, huh, i am)
chanel shades give me magic fashion, harry potter (yeah, yeah, yeah, got that drip)
haha
i’m stylish (yo), without a stylist (uh, let’s go)
b+tch, i be fly without tryin’, uh (uh+huh, uh+huh)
huh, fashion autopilot, uh (uh+huh)
shh, that’s a silence on my gun (shh), .45 on me, with another one (uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh)
used to have a ruger, baked potato barrel (brah brah brah, i did), like who left the oven on? (yeah, i shot that n+gga)
used to rob n+ggas, feelin’ like jack sparrow (yeah, arrr), i was gettin’ my pirate on (used to rob mob n+ggas, uh+huh)
b+tch, you gon’ miss me (you will, for real) when i’m gone (b+tch, lil’ b+tch)
her boyfriend like mcdonald’s ice cream machine, never on (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s funny)
[chorus]
blowin’ that gas, n+gga (uh, that gas), b+tch, i’m a cash getter (cash, b+tch i’m a cash—)
i’m with countin’ figures (grrt, i’ma count), whatchu’ about, n+gga? (bout, whatchu’ about?)
you just a clout getter (lil b+tch, you just a clout—)
rockin’ my ricks, i rip it, uh (lil b+tch, ride my round)
hop on my d+ck, b+tch, ribbit, uh (lil b+tch, ride my round)
d+ck in that p+ssy, no divot, uh (lil b+tch, ride me round)
i’ma be real with you (i’ma be real, uh)
b+tch, i don’t want to deal with you (b+tch i don’t wanna deal, uh)
so, i’m gon’ .30 clip you (so, i’m gon’ .30, uh)
after that, f+ck your sister (after that, f+ck your sister)
[verse 2]
i take the clip out the .30, uh (uh)
f+ckin’ yo’ b+tch, do her dirty, uh (for real)
f+ck a 30, off a 30 (for real)
yeah, my glizzy is st+rdy, uh (for real)
you don’t really want no smoke at all (uh)
smoke a n+gga, then i smoke it all (smoke, smoke)
i can’t focus b+tch, i need me some adderall (woah, woah)
molly in my cup, i stir it, mix it with the codeine (wo+oh)
i’m gon’ pop these percocet, they with ibuprofen
l+o+l to the bank, nah, but i ain’t never joking
never, i ain’t never loafing, always keep the toaster on me
l+o+l, i’m walking on their block, they won’t never smoke me
never, they were only joking, ’cause a n+gga kept provoking
haha, these n+ggas be funny
especially when they run out of money
they act like they went r+t+rded or sum’
they act like they music ain’t garbage or sum’
they act like they ain’t a target or sum’
act like i don’t be with no limit sergeants and ’em
act like i don’t be with no limit maneski and ’em
act like i don’t be with no limit kyro and ’em
they act like i don’t be with no limit herbo and ’em (shh, shh)
squeezo and ’em (woof, shh)
nuskii and marley, bibby, g+money (shh, shh)
lil’ ro
f+ck it, i be with them all
[outro]
blowin’ that gas, n+gga, b+tch, i’m a cash getter
i’m with countin’ figures, whatchu’ about, n+gga?
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