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young thug – on me (cash out) lyrics

[hook: young thug]
i’m having it on me, i know i look saucy, yeah
told her call up the baby
told her come get it off me
that lil b-tch say i’m boring, yeah
how went i got it on me, yeah
i might give her a bunny, yeah
i been having them on me, yeah
i might hop in the foreign, i might hop in the foreign
i might f-ck on your daughter, suck me up while the car run
pulling up with my n-ggas, pulling up and you flipping
pulling up with the missile, pulling up with the pistol

[verse 1: young thug]
my money is on me, i pull up and cash out
my cars is platinum, my foreign gone back out
my shoes are by ralph, i’m stacking this cash up
i’m just f-cking a b-tch, i came for the cash
i’m ballin, on god yeah, i’m thinking bout buying you
yeah, i’ma cut off your fingers, i’ma cut out your spine too
you should scream for your mama, i done tied up your father
what the f-ck is you doing?
n-gga, i’m just pursuing
i’m cash out then skeet out a lot
i’ma go ‘head and f-ck on the thot
i’ma go ‘head and put all my n-ggas on
i’ma go ‘head and turn em up boy
got the god father out tonight
he just saw me dirty up the sprite
he just saw me dirty up my life
he just saw me dirty up the sky

[hook: young thug]
i’m having it on me, i know i look saucy, yeah
told her call up the baby, told her come get it off me
that lil b-tch say i’m boring, yeah
how when i got it on me, yeah
i might give her a bunny, i just had me a moment, yeah
i just hop in the foreign, i just hopped in the foreign
i just f-cked on the car and told that b-tch she look boring
i just feel like a n-gga, i just pulled up with n-ggas
pulling up with my n-ggas, pulling up with my

[verse 2: trouble]
it won’t take me long, ain’t no story
you got your b-tch sh-t in the storage
you sat on the drink plus you bore me
that b-tch asking me for an orgy
n-ggas ain’t real and we know it
thug on my round and my woadie
slide thru the brick with my woadie
pull on shawty make orders
how in the f-ck a n-gga just forget about it
n-gga kept it treacherous like the a
lil mama stripping and be all bout her business
f-ck around and got an audi, got em hating
i can’t forget about it, can’t forget about it
n-gga goin’ about it for a bank
i can’t forget about it n-gga
catch a life about the money all for the rank

[bridge: trouble]
whole squad on the drank
tryna die from the pain
you n-gga all the same
all that hating that you doin’
my n-gga just gon turn me up man i promise
just made a [?]

- young thug lyrics

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