[Chorus: Ca$h Out]
Feel good when your money up
Stuffin' your pockets with hundred bucks
I sit back and roll up the trees
I swear that they didn't believe
I'm sprayin' my body with Creed
100 bitches feel the breeze
Got the trappin' in my jeans
Got the money in my jeans

[Verse 1: Ca$h Out]
I was posted on the curbs
These bitches gettin' on my nerves
My shooters they ready to purge
I did it, I whip it and serve
Crime pay all my luxury
[?] right next to me
I know that you wanna stand next to me
I know that you wantin' the recipe
I was rollin' with extensions
I was just rollin' through the trenches
I was cookin' in the ditches
Made a junkie cleanin' dishes
But you know I ain't trippin', yeah, you gotta see my vision
Yeah, they talkin' like this
You gotta stand in the kitchen
I know you niggas really wishin'
I know you wanna catch me slippin'
I know you wanna see me fall off
But you see me in a new Bentley
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