Cash In Cash Out (Explicit) - Pharrell Williams/21 Savage/Tyler, The Creator
Lyrics by:Pharrell Williams/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Tyler Okonma
Composed by:Pharrell Williams/Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Tyler Okonma
21 Savage:
Straight up
Cash in cash out cash in cash out
Cash out cash out cash out cash out
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Ridin' in the car with no keys
Louis V shirt with no sleeves
On God
Slaughter gang n***a I'm reppin'
Chopper get to preachin' I'm the reverend
Call him New Era he cappin'
Yeah
Them the type of n***as I ain't dappin'
When I book a show make my backend cashin'
21 Uncle Sam dawg I'm taxin'
Ridin' in the coupe and it's a sport
My bodyguard look like a horse
She gon' suck me up like it's a chore
Took the La Ferrari on a tour
Buy a Richard Mill' when I get bored
Bored
Put my sidepiece inside a Porsche
A Porsche
Money turned me to a a*****e
I ain't gon' lie I was used to being poor
I put Chanel on my feet
European model got Chanel on my seats
Put me in a third world country in the middle of the slums
I'ma turn it to a million dollar street
Oh for real
Pharrell made this so it's a million dollar beat
V12 VVS I fell in love with Vs
Walk in your section you ain't reppin' 'bout nothin'
My invoice gon' be a million dollar fee
Hop in a Bentley and slide
And what
Reach for my chain and you die
Say what
You know my method I'ma turn your shirt red man
Then see your a*s out high
Mama got a Benz she smiled
Then she got a house she cried
N***a took the stand he lied
Held court in the streets and they gave his a*s life
Godd**n
I'm gettin' bigger and bigger
Your pockets littler than little
Put a hundred bands on your head
Now they jumpin' up and down playin' monkey in the middle
She swallow all my kids she a bad babysitter
Kim Jong-Un in my pants is a missile
Friend of the family I hit all the sisters
The mama love me so she hid all my pistols
21 Savage/Tyler, The Creator:
It's Bunnyhop n***a
Let me tell these n***as real quick
Tyler, The Creator:
Nah I ain't heard of that
I hit the beach in a furry hat
She got a guy but she purrin' back
I'm lookin' like "Where he at"
N***a get out the way
Way
That girl my bae
Hey
Rock on my hand nah this ain't Dwayne
Hey hey
This s**t neon yellow like pee on it
Goin' both sides yeah you could say I'm B-I
Got whips like slaves the garage like "Yee-haw"
Horses more car keys than a piano
And one came with an umbrella like Rihanna
N***a let's be honest
Um
Be honest
Track needed life n***a so they put me on it
Yeah yeah
N***a you don't be on who be on and two
I got three kids I think he just might put a sheet on it
Ice so white motherf**ker you could ski on it
Switch it up
Any stone I'm in no less than six digits
Yo what up stoner
Beep go the Rolls right-side I sit in
Come on man
Tick go the watch it came with a dent in it
Come again
And skrrt on a plane just me and my b***h in it
Yo
They was talkin' 'bout a hundred million baby
Just know it's big business
Hands stay full with them racks like hit tennis
Woo
And no money phone account go get interest
Aw
You got that back end from the back door
I got offered two-point-five for the last show
Last show n***a
I declined 'cause the stage didn't match my ethos
Hmm
They know that I'm sick with it
Look playa what you wanna do
Ooh
Me I don't like violence but the guns do
'Cause that gorilla right there he gon' hunt you
While me and my b***h countin' stars out the sunroof
And if you wanna flick up I don't want to
And if you say "No cap" I ain't trust you
N***a I'm the headline you a plus one
I got some brand new thoughts
And a new silk scarf and my b***h do too
Too
Double R talk and I got like two
Two
Turbo on that b***h and it hit like zoom
Zoom
In the mirror who that n***a
I'm like you
You
Any time I do something motherf**kers like "Oof Oof"
Bunnyhop b***h
Baudelaire quit f**kin' playin' with me
I'll buy one of you n***as
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