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Lời bài hát: Cash In Cash Out

Nhạc sĩ: Pharrell Williams

Lời đăng bởi: smphong1997

Straight up
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Ridin' in the car with no keys
Straight up
Louis V shirt with no sleeves
On God
Slaughter gang, nigga, I'm reppin', 21
Chopper get to preachin', I'm the reverend, 21
Call him New Era, he cappin' yeah
Them the type of niggas I ain't dappin'
On God
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
Yeah
My bodyguard look like a horse
Straight up
She gon' suck me up like it's a chore
On God
Took the La Ferrari on a tour, 21
Buy a Richard Mill' when I get bored
Bored
Put my sidepiece inside a Porsche
A Porschе
Money turned me to a assholе
I ain't gon' lie
I was used to being poor, 21
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
Straight up
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
On God
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 ass out high
On God
Mama got a Benz, she smiled, 21
Then she got a house, she cried, 21
Nigga took the stand, he lied
Held court in the streets
And they gave his ass life
Goddamn
I'm gettin' bigger and bigger
And what
Your pockets littler than little, 21
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
Straight up
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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
Nigga, get out the way
That girl my bae
Rock on my hand
Nah, this ain't Dwayne
This *** 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
One came with an umbrella like Rihanna
Nigga, let's be honest
Umm, be honest
Track needed life, nigga
So they put me on it
Nigga, you don't be on who be on
And 2-1 got three Ks
I think he just might
Put a sheet on it
Ice so white, motherfucker
You could ski on it
Look, any stone I'm in
No less than six digits
Beep go the Rolls, right-side
I sit in it
Tick go the watch
It came with a dent in it
And skrrt on a plane
Just me and my bitch in it
They was talkin' 'bout a hundred million, baby
Just know it's big business
Hands stay full
With them racks like hit tennis
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
I declined
'Cause the stage didn't match my ethos
Hmm, they know that I'm sick with it
Look, player, what you wanna do
Me, I don't like violence
But the guns do
'Cause that gorilla right there
He gon' hunt you
While me and my bitch
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
Nigga, I'm the headline, you a plus one
I got some brand new thoughts
And a new silk scarf
And my bitch do too
Double R talk and I got like two
Turbo on that bitch
And it hit like zoom
In the mirror, who that nigga
I'm like, you
Any time I do something
Motherfuckers like, oof oof
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