Cash Out

[Chorus: Warhol.ss]

I hit the bank, cash out

Get in her homie, she pokin' her ass out

Swerve in the Lambo, hide by the crash out

Put the foreign in reverse and I back out

Big racks, act out

Deuce in the Faygo, I’m bout to pass out

ATM 'round here so I gotta max out

Dope in the knapsack, work in the traphouse

[Verse 1: MoneyMarr]

It's too much gas in the air

Sippin’ on Wock, ain't no box, I can't breathe, uh

Nigga reach for my chain, yeah, I dare

I whip out the Glock, hit his heart, make him bleed

Got these niggas, they mad 'cause I get to the cheese

Now they all in my face 'cause I got to the green, bitch

Every day lookin' cozy, them racks in my jeans

In the trap with the pack, got the Glock on my spleen

[Verse 2: Warhol.ss]

I see too many niggas tryna be on the team

If you play with it, burn that nigga whip again

Got a Glock on the seat, hoppin' out in Supreme

Mix up the Balmain with the Rick Owen jeans, yeah

I'm hot, I need a fan

These niggas be hatin’ but I know they fans

When I’m steppin' in Prada, don’t fuck with the Vans

The thirty clip on me, ain't usin' no hands, uh

[Verse 3: MoneyMarr]

Choppers, Dracos, pipes

I'ma walk down, caught an opp at the light

Step in Dolce Gabbana, my drip looking right

In the trap with them cutters, ain’t totin' no knife

Everybody keep saying, "Marr, what you gon' do?"

I can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas be fu'

And I got a bad bitch who can't fuck 'cause she rude

Put that bitch in Chanel, she got stuck like some glue

[Verse 4: Warhol.ss]

Yeah, it's up, huh, burning more gas than a pump

If he come down that one-way, that boy out of luck

I ain't keepin' out, ho, I just came here to bust, yeah, yeah

If I'ma shoot, I aim, don't pop in the air

Just fucked up them Ones, had to go buy a new pair

If you ain't check in, you wonder why you here

Beat on a ho with a ho, come see that

[Verse 5: MoneyMarr]

Nigga beat down your block, got you screamin' out, wonder

And your bitch wanna fuck with the kid, she a gunner

Got a big AR and that bitch get to drummin'

I just walked out the bank countin' twenties and hundreds

Ran off on the plug, now they call me a runner

I'ma flex on the opps, they gon' call me a stunner

And my trap get to jumpin', they call me the pumper

I'm in here with the fifth, bullets hit 'em, they thumpin', ooh

[Chorus: Warhol.ss]

I hit the bank, cash out

Get in her homie, she pokin' her ass out

Swerve in the Lambo, hide by the crash out

Put the foreign in reverse and I back out

Big racks, act out

Deuce in the Faygo, I'm bout to pass out

ATM 'round here so I gotta max out

Dope in the knapsack, work in the traphouse