Cashed Out

[Verse 1] Fuck nigga, them fuck niggas My blunt bigger than these lil niggas Keep stuntin' with your bitch ass You'll get jacked and Jilled, nigga Fuck wrong with these sissy niggas? I'm smoking that Bill Bixby nigga I'm spendin' money, spendin' money Ben Franklin dizzy, nigga! Your bitch on my dick, I told her I was busy She say "Wayne on me, Wayne on me" 'cause yo' ass be drizzlin' That pussy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon And if she bounce that ass, then I'm dribblin' That pussy so wet, it turned into a Gremlin There's only one me, ain't no equivalent She give me brain, brain like trivia I got a black bitch and a red bitch I call them hoes Aunt Vivian Chopper knock your face off Black shades, Ray Charles I be killing them hoes I got your ho up in my graveyard I ain't working with a full deck But I pull out that Ace card She grab that dick with 2 hands Like she about to pray for it Clips hanging, no curfew Fuck you and who birthed you I'm shining like church shoes Birdman Jr.: y'all birdfood I'm bout it.. I said I'm about to cum She opened her mouth: water fountain When I'm on the scene, I'm on that lean Bitch, I'm drowsy Man, I'm so high I don't know what I'm laughing about I got bars, nigga and it's happy hour! [Chorus] Ridin' 'round with them choppas, not them ninas Ridin' with a bitch named Molly and she on Molly - ha! Bitch, I put my foot in your ass: karate Man, these niggas can't see me like a diary [Verse 2] Smoke that weed, let's get irie Nina shut up, that bitch got a silence Top of the gun there is a scope I close one eye, I look like a pirate, fuck it! TRUKFIT my bitch up, Tunechi leave big nuts I'm getting my dick sucked I blow weed like it's dust! Spacehead: love pussy, hate feds Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider Told her drive it like it got 8 legs I'm a made nigga: Makaveli That Mack-11: necessary I'm a hard head: I pop the cherry No pussy, no rats, no Tom and Jerry They say your friends are your enemies? Well, my friends are imaginary I'm the motherfuckin' resolution like the 1st of January My ride cold and my bitch hot I'm tired as hell but my dick not I don't gas no bitch, no pit-stop Smoke Barney and Baby Bop! Y'all niggas act like lady cops My niggas smoke like coffee shops That's syrup gang, wafflehouse Gunfight, I'll knock you out My bitch titties is poppin' out We poppin' up and we get it poppin' Mask on, gloves on Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin' out Like Nicki's ass Smoking on that sticky bag Weezy F: I'm big and bad Small feet, but I kick your ass I'm the trigger man, and that shooting star Eat that pussy like caviar She treat that dick just like a straw How you like them apples, Microsoft? Now wipe it off.. I do Liv on Sundays: church! Step off in that motherfucker fresher than some Certs Uuh! Who the fuck is Stevie J? I got the ball, playing keepaway Kidnap your ass, kill your ass Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg! It's Hollygrove to my deathbed Just make sure my pillow's fluffed Hit a nigga with a million shots What you call that? A million bucks Good weed, we pass around Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth It's Young Money, Cash Money 'Til the motherfuckin day I'm Cashin Out! Tunechi! [Chorus] Riding 'round with them choppas, not them ninas Your bitch wanna come over here where the grass is greener And if you passing that weed, I'm the wide receiver @LilTunechi, follow the leader Bitch!