Cashin’ Out Freestyle lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Hook]
Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper
Keep the dutch full of kush and keep a cup full of vodka
My closet got more sneaks than a foot locker
And every day I stuff my face with steak and lobsters
Got a kilo on my wrist b*tch I’m cashin’ out
Got a kilo on my neck yes I’m cashin’ out
Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper
Keep the dutch full of kush and keep a cup full of vodka

[Verse 1]
I’m high that’s why I be in my zone
Grams of that grand daddy I be getting stoned
This chick said damn, daddy why you never call my phone?
Don’t you kids got a damn daddy b*tch leave me alone
I’m not tryna hear your problems, I’ve got problems of my own
Like mixing syrup with ciroc and mixing mollys with patron
If you f*ck the first night then I might probably take you home
And if you swallowing the pipe then you could probly get a loan
You could owe me but you gotta blow me like a saxophone
’Cause you wasn’t with me rappin on that microphone
b*tch, you need a lot but you don’t think a lot
’Cause you drink a lot and smoke weed a lot
But I can tell you don’t read a lot
’Cause you’re talking stupid you need to stop
Just call me when you need the c*ck
And I’ll call you when I need to pop
I need the gwuap so I need a chick
That Don’t need sh*t she just need the di*k
The weed get lit til' I'm passing out
b*tch I'm about to put another classic out
I’m spazzing out, I'm not a has been
I get the cash in then I’m cashin’ out
[Verse 2]
Louie’s got the grams but still we gotta heat ‘em
I’mma pill it if you say that I’mma deal your wrist watch
I’mma chill it, I’mma make you n*ggas feel it
If it’s lookin’, I’mma grill it, told you n*ggas I’mma kill it
Jag keep it real, chubby pocket swole up
The whole know as soon as we roll up
I’m like roll up, a ho hold up
Cuz these b*tches out tonight, they know us
They lean on me, they, they called up
They stand around cuz we poured up
I’m turnt up like so what
sh*t movin fast but I'm slowed up
She loose loose, fat'o thang like Bruce Bruce
f*ck nearly she assed out
Cuz we rackin’ up, Yup we cashed out
Chubby

[Hook]
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