cashed out lyrics – lil’ wayne

cashed out

[verse 1: lil wayne]
f*ck n*gg*, them f*ck n*gg*s
my blunt bigger than these lil n*gg*s
keep stuntin with your b*tch *ss
you’ll get jacked and jilled, n*gg*
f*ck wrong with these sissy n*gg*s?
i’m smoking that bill bixby n*gg*
i’m spendin money, spendin money
ben franklin dizzy n*gg*!
your b*tch on my d*ck, i told her i was busy
she say “wayne on me, wayne on me” cause yo *ss need drizzlin’
that p*ssy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon
and if she bounce that *ss then i’m dribblin
that p*ssy so wet, it turned into a gremlin
there’s only one me, ain’t no equivalent
she give me brain, brain like trivia
i got a black b*tch and a red b*tch
i call them hoes aunt vivian
chopper knock your face off
black shades, ray charles
i be killing young hoes
i got your ho up in my graveyard
i ain’t working with a full deck
but i pull out that ace card
she grab that d*ck with 2 hands
like she about to pray for it
clips hanging, no curfew
f*ck you and who birthed you
i’m shining like church shoes
birdman jr.: y’all birdfood
i’m bout it.. i said i’m about to c*m
she opened her mouth: water fountain
when i’m on the scene i’m on that lean
b*tch, i’m drowsy
man, i’m so high i don’t know what i’m laughing about
i got bars, n*gg*
and it’s happy hour!

[verse 2]
riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
riding around with a b*tch named molly and she on molly — ha!
b*tch i put my foot in your *ss: karate
man these n*gg*s can’t see me like a diary
smoke that weed, let’s get irie
nina shut up, that b*tch got a silencer
top of the gun there is a scope
i close one eye, i look like a pirate, f*ck it!
trukfit my b*tch up, tunechi lee big nuts
i’m getting my d*ck sucked
i blow weed like it’s dust!
spacehead: love p*ssy, hate feds
just bought my girl a ferrari spider
told her drive it like it got 8 legs
i’m a made n*gg*: machiavelli
that mack-11 necessary
i’m a hard head: i pop the cherry
no p*ssy, no rats, no tom and jerry
they say your friends are your enemies?
well, my friends are imaginary
i’m the motherf*ckin resolution like the 1st of january
my ride cold and my b*tch hot
i’m tired as h*ll but my d*ck not
i don’t gas no b*tch, no pitstop
smoke barney and baby bop!
y’all n*gg*s act like lady cops
my n*gg*s smoke like coffee shops
that’s syrup gang, wafflehouse
gunfight, i’ll knock you out
my b*tch t*tties is poppin out
we poppin up and we get it poppin
mask on, gloves on
like mickey mouse, clips stickin out
like nicki’s *ss
smoking on that sticky bag
weezy f: i’m big and bad
small feet, but i kick your *ss
i’m the trigger man, that shooting star
eat that p*ssy like caviar
she treat that d*ck just like a straw
how you like them apples, microsoft?
now wipe it off..
i do liv on sundays: church!
step off in that motherf*cker fresher than some certs
uuh! who the f*ck is stevie j?
i got the ball, playing keepaway
kidnap your *ss, kill your *ss
then hide your *ss like an easter egg!
it’s hollygrove to my deathbed
just make sure my pillow’s fluffed
hit a n*gg* with a million shots
what you call that? a million bucks
good weed, we p*ss around
money talks: mine got a nasty mouth
it’s young money, cash money
til the motherf*ckin day i’m cashin out!

riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
your b*tch wanna come round her where the gr*ss is greener
and if you p*ssing that weed i’m the wide reciever
ad lib tunechi follow the leader b*tch

/ lil wayne lyrics