Confessions Of A Cash Register Lyrics

Confessions Of A Cash Register Lyrics

(Intro)
Yea
Yea
Check it out
And drive
Check me out
Yea yea, LC
Dape
Mac uh
Yea

(Verse)
All I got for these niggas is X bleedage and slugs
All I got for these b**ches is big dick and drugs
Alcohol and guns, don’t be scared now – you got it dog
I’m smart enough to chill the f**k out
Until it’s time to dump
Release so much rage in such a short space
I’ll put your face in your cornflakes, mob style
You gave then blow him a pound
101 nigga, hold it down
Hood nigga, she love my style
I knock the cat out
Nigga I pull in the Thundser
Nigga is that yo b**ch? I took that back to the casa
I’m always pulling the heist, I can’t help that b**ches wanna
You know what they’ll all be like for just one night
I blow up mine and get low
It’s too much dough out here to be broke
So I hit the curb, and bend a few corners, bumpin this sh*t here
Turnt all the way up, niggas getting robbed tonight, let’s be clear
Come up off of them things, a nigga gon die tonight, I’ll leave you here
You give me your valuables
No funny moves, I swear uh

(Verse)
A man walked in with a smile on his face, an 1145 in his hand
To the part don’t move it and call me to shoot but I will say you must understand a thing
Shots in the air, no time to waste
Been doing drugs all day, now it’s mine to race
f**k the red story, better find the safe
Get the money, hit him homies up in congregate
I need to grab my kidney to be feed
This is the recession, going through de-cash
And don’t send it cuz I ain’t gon win it
Gotta be f**ked up to make it to the top of the money
I could be next to me, death and vanish
Work a CD, ask them one day you’ll manage
Rejects, emotionally damaged, you kids need to straight, let me call the… rantis
1-2 get a crib in Atlantis
Like a fish out cold, shoot Rick Randles
Tell Dorothy we ain’t in Kansas
Living in this world but we don’t understand it, no
Bullsh*t, you can’t sell that
All these kids will get hell back
A cup filled and my L fat
Them weaks want Dave Chapelle back
Well until that
I’m coming through the front sh*t with something to discussin for discussion
Yep that’s alchemist in production
Open leg fishy it’s nothing
God versus man, mindless land
Competition ain’t sh*t
I’mma treat you all like my b**ch
You thought we’re sucking this dick
Got you