Creed

[Chorus: Ca$h Out]

Feel good when your money up

Stuffin' your pockets with hundred bucks

I sit back and roll up the trees

I swear that they didn't believe

I'm sprayin' my body with Creed

100 bitches feel the breeze

Got the trappin' in my jeans

Got the money in my jeans

[Verse 1: Ca$h Out]

I was posted on the curbs

These bitches gettin' on my nerves

My shooters they ready to purge

I did it, I whip it and serve

Crime pay all my luxury

[?] right next to me

I know that you wanna stand next to me

I know that you wantin' the recipe

I was rollin' with extensions

I was just rollin' through the trenches

I was cookin' in the ditches

Made a junkie cleanin' dishes

But you know I ain't trippin', yeah, you gotta see my vision

Yeah, they talkin' like this

You gotta stand in the kitchen

I know you niggas really wishin'

I know you wanna catch me slippin'

I know you wanna see me fall off

But you see me in a new Bentley

[Chorus: Ca$h Out]

Feel good when your money up

Stuffin' your pockets with hundred bucks

I sit back and roll up the trees

I swear that they didn't believe

I'm sprayin' my body with Creed

100 bitches feel the breeze

Got the trappin' in my jeans

Got the money in my jeans

[Bridge: Ca$h Out]

Got the money in my jeans

Got the money in my jeans

Got the money in my jeans

Got the money in my jeans

I'm sprayin' my body with Creed

Know these bitches feel the breeze

Got the trappin' in my jeans

Got the money in my jeans

[Interlude: Pusha T]

Yeah, Ca$h Out

King Push, woo

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

Invitation to The White House

Cops ran in my white house

Blowbama meets Obama

History you can't whiteout

Baltimore pull your bikes out

Mafia like 3-6

I can sell it for the 30 piece

Cut the brick up with the remix

They be talkin' at the precinct

I can tell you 'bout the G6

They can tell you when the drought come

I can tell you when the keys hit

Never did I own a V6

Shit, I started in the V8

You was cool sellin' 8Balls, my phone chirp when they need weight

Call the lord when I need faith

Call your bitch when I need face

Platinum motors on the dealer tag, Ferrari wagon got knee space

Luther Campbell, if you need bass

Bench pressing like I free weight

'Case the feds wanna retrace, it was all done on my pre-paid

Yeah

[Chorus: Ca$h Out]

Feel good when your money up

Stuffin' your pockets with hundred bucks

I sit back and roll up the trees

I swear that they didn't believe

I'm sprayin' my body with Creed

100 bitches feel the breeze

Got the trappin' in my jeans

Got the money in my jeans