Cash Out lyrics

by

Trina


[Chorus:]
Am about to check up on that pus*y like hey baby i'm about to check up on that pus*y like what the hell
Am about to check up on that pus*y baby what you doing am about to check up on that pus*y with a f*cking cheque can't shout the b*tch man it's really nothing can't shout on a b*tch man its really nothing can't shout on a b*tch man it's really nothing

[Verse 1:]
Every king got a price that he start from dope boy troy in the bed looking lucky trying to find the baddest b*tch the goodess pus*y goodness in the word but it doesn't f*cking matter i ain't passing no teacher climbing up the success ladder let my n*ggas up then i probably kick it over mah n*gga blacks with the hoes in the range rover we rover they ass smoked money and drugs is what the f*ck we holding my hands in my pocket full of multiply bucks all the way to my di*k b*tch the ride sucks i need something to eat there was a high nut i pull up to philip to get the fried duck

[Chorus:]
Am about to check up on that pus*y like hey baby i'm about to check up on that pus*y like what the hell
Am about to check up on that pus*y baby what you doing am about to check up on that pus*y with a f*cking cheque can't shout the b*tch man it's really nothing can't shout on a b*tch man it's really nothing can't shout on a b*tch man it's really nothing
Every king got a price that he start from

[Verse 2:]
I know you heard about that n*gga baby stop front you man talk a lot of sh*t but never c*ck nothing me i flex so hard i might pop something any season you can catch me in a jump start ain't no trick in it n*gga if you got it get in it i can change your life now if you really with it young leto AKA the winning ticket but need a freak code to come and help a n*gga spend it i like my b*tches with some fly and some sl*t in them and no why she b telling n*ggas she not in them check my phone book you see nothing but women but i don't love these hoes and i'm never trusting them

[Chorus:]
Am about to check up on that pus*y like hey baby i'm about to check up on that pus*y like what the hell
Am about to check up on that pus*y baby what you doing am about to check up on that pus*y with a f*cking cheque can't shout the b*tch man it's really nothing can't shout on a b*tch man its really nothing can't shout on a b*tch man it's really nothing
Every king got a price that he start from

[Verse 3:]
Black whole nother breed calling the shots mother f*ck all of these dealing and riding just trying to work in peace n*ggas is mad he ain't f*cking with me stime yo pus*y working for me see i get to the papers i get to yah b*tches i get to yah snitches too but only hold to your dentures keep the camera rolling n*gga this is b rop hey n*gga with me how about a c note stand tall keep it firm to the G code real n*gga ain't know when to let the heat go ladies like it a love they never let me go

[Chorus]
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