Cashin Lyrics

Cashin Lyrics

(Intr0)
Sosa on the beat, ayy
Know I'm rockin', man
Key cut in my pocket
All designer, get yo grind on, nigga
Bang a body all the time, nigga
Ayy, bang bang, Sosa baby, GBE, ayy ayy ayy ayyeeee
(Hook)
When it's ugly, I bring that gat wit
I up this muthaf**ka' ain't wit that sh*t
Ya be smokin' dumb tee, I smoke that cat p**s
I kill a track, kill a beat on black sh*t
Niggas acting funny, but I ain't laughing
I pull up, pull up, pull up, it's a tragic
Cuz I ain't buy her none, she think I ain't got sh*t
I walk up in the mall straight cashin
(Verse)
She said she luv me, whateva that is
Baby, ya ain't luv me cuz I'm cashing
I walk up in the mall, and I bash it
No, baby, I don't look at tags and
I hop up in my Rari, now I'm riding
Doing eighty past a cop, straight laughing
Riding in that oh, that b**ch nasty
I'm a NASCAR driver, it's a passion
I up this f**king uzi and blast it
Keep on laughin', ya gon' get yo' ass hit
I swear I be on that new lick, f**k last year
Red dot up on the toolie it be the mac-10
(Hook)
When it's ugly, I bring that gat wit
I up this muthaf**ka' ain't wit that sh*t
Ya be smokin' dumb tee, I smoke that cat p**s
I kill a track, kill a beat on black sh*t
Niggas acting funny, but I ain't laughing
I pull up, pull up, pull up, it's a tragic
Cuz I ain't buy her none, she think I ain't got sh*t
I walk up in the mall straight cashin
(Verse 2)
I walk up in the bank straight laughing
I walk out the bank wit bags like cashing
Hop up in my Rari, I pass yo t.h.o.t.
I seen her walking, told her hop in the Rari (T.H.O.T.TY)
Baby I'm a pimp, straight Cadillac sh*t
I get money straight out the ashes
Life's a box of chocolate, not Nesquik
I'm quick to shoot, pussy get yo ass hit
Baby girl, I'm smooth, something like satin
Come thru, wipe a nigga block down straight waxing
Bought a house wit a pool, and I got in
I don't need no security, I got it
(Hook)
When it's ugly, I bring that gat wit
I up this muthaf**ka' ain't wit that sh*t
Ya be smokin' dumb tee, I smoke that cat p**s
I kill a track, kill a beat on black sh*t
Niggas acting funny, but I ain't laughing
I pull up, pull up, pull up, it's a tragic
Cuz I ain't buy her none, she think I ain't got sh*t
I walk up in the mall straight cashin