Cashed Out Hollywood Undead

[Intro: Funny Man]
Got me cashed out, got me cashed out, yo, I'm fucking cashed out
Got me cashed out, got me cashed out, yo, I'm fucking cashed out

[Verse 1: Funny Man]
This is my life, where the fuck do I begin?
I'll take what you got, this is Hollywood Undead
Motherfuckers looking at us when they want that bread
Got us on a world tour and it never ends
Making moves, cashing checks and I'm out the door
Couple bottles, fifteen hundred, yeah, that's on the floor
Loose, vivid visions and I think I'm losing all control
My body's frozen, take a hit, now it's time to go
This rockstar shit, no, it ain't a day job
But I treat it like one, that's 'cause I'm a fucking snob
Champagne problems, and you know it's nonstop
Pouring out these bottles like Niagara on a drop-top
I forget everything, yeah, I'm blacked out
Didn't pay the bills, wifey bugging me to chill out
I act a fool when I see these girlies' thongs out
Yeah, I'm with the plug and these strippers got me cashed out

[Pre-Chorus: Funny Man]
Everybody thrash now before we cash out
Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain't coming back down
Let's fucking thrash now before we cash out
Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain't coming back down