Ca$h Out Mexico

I want to go to Mexico

I heard they got it for the low

She wonder why my wrist here glow

Because I came from Mexico

I wanna go to Mexico

I wanna go to Mexico

I wanna go to Mexico

I heard they got it for the low

I know that they cheap, they driving a Jeep

I’m up in the kitchen, I’m whipping a pitch

I heard amigo got it for the low

I wanna go to Mexico

I go to Africa to get my diamonds

I go to LA just to join the club

I go to Miami they dig my hoe

But for the blow I wanna go to Mexico

I know that they snitching I know that they snitch

I’m up in the kitchen

They bitches, they love me, the way that I kick it

Kick back, roll on me, you came for it

Shooters on four corners, I mean that’s cold

I want to go to Mexico

I heard they got it for the low

She wonder why my wrist here glow

Because I came from Mexico

I wanna go to Mexico

I wanna go to Mexico

I wanna go to Mexico

I heard they got it for the low

Start talking the real, bring in them kitchens

Like that chick, cause I got a witness

We take em’ to waist

No re-roc

Boy I got soldiers, no reeboks

Wish we, I’m three fly come from Amsterdam

In a foreign baby yeah I’m in a lamb

Gonna let you know we take a trip down to Mexico

And make that shit right back

You saying I ain’t gotta sack

Green Bay yeah I got the pack

I flip it go get my racks

Then re-up and reload

Then what’s up and what’s on my wishlist is Mexico

I want to go to Mexico

I heard they got it for the low

She wonder why my wrist here glow

Because I came from Mexico

I wanna go to Mexico

I wanna go to Mexico

I wanna go to Mexico

I heard they got it for the low

Ca$h Out Exclusive

[Hook: Ca$h Out]

When I land off in your city, my bitch is exclusive

At the top floor suite, made me exclusive

Ain’t no use in rolling your weed, if it ain’t

That exclusive and ain’t no body topping me,

Yeah I’m so exclusive My money get old, call me Frank Zappa

And I’m the shit, put me in pamper

At the top floor suite, made me exclusive, ain’t no use in rolling

Your weed if it ain’t exclusive

[Verse 1: Ca$h Out]

Ain’t nobody stopping me, I thought I told you so

I’m #1, go check your Billboard

Haaa, bitch nigga I’m cashing out

Gonna cop that “Rari” oh yeah I’m mashing out

I’m at the top floor suite, hey when they

Booking? I got my gold on, I see you looking

But shooters ride, so you can’t took it

Oops I mean take it

Sometime I forget I made it

When I’m faded, I hit up Nard & B you know that’s exclusive

These shoes up on my feet yeah they exclusive

Yeah, and I’m rapping with my eyes closed

And when I speak for the streets I spit it from my soul.

[Hook]

[Verse 2: B.o.B]

Look, when I land off in your city

On this type of flight there’s no ticket

Better hold your girlfriend closer

Cause she choosing on the committee

She google phoning my business

She loose she known to be with it

But that thang there was so deep

Ass so wet your boy could soak in it

Man she so slippery

Plus she bow legged so there’s more leverage

So she gon grip it, them windows tinted,

Roof with no ceiling Fuck emotional I won’t rent em

No, I don’t cake them hoes I don’t spend a thing

These are mine I don’t rent a thing

Bob and Cash on a private runaway

Ya’ll niggas never seen a plane

Booku, booku, a nigga got bread on booku

Back of the whip getting blue tooth

Couldn’t put my life on youtube

Now you understand what the goose do nigga

Your girl gone off too much liquor

And you can have your girlfriend back

But it’s really up to you what you do

With her

[Hook]

Ca$h Out Creed

[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

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 cookin’ 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

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

Got the money in my jeans

Got the money in my jeans

Got the money in my jeans

Got the money in my jeans

I’m sprayin’ my body with Creed

Know these bitches feel the breeze

Got the trappin’ in my jeans

Got the money in my jeans

[Pusha T:]

Invitation to The White House

Cops ran in my white house

Blowbama meets Obama

History you can’t whiteout

Baltimore pull your bikes out

Mafia like 3-6

I can sell it for the 30 piece

Cut the brick up with the remix

They be talkin’ at the precinct

I can tell you ’bout the G6

They can tell you when the drought come

I can tell you when the keys hit

Never did I own a V6

Shit, I started in the V8

You was cool sellin’ 8Balls, my phone chirp when they need weight

Call the lord when I need faith

Call your bitch when I need face

Platinum motors on the dealer tag, Ferrari wagon got knee space

Luther Campbell, if you need bass

Bench pressing like I free weight

‘Case the FED’s wanna retrace, it was all done on my pre-paid

Yea

[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

Ca$h Out Hard To Breathe

[Ca$h Out:]

I thought I told you niggas I was running bands to the ceiling

We making it hard for niggas to breathe, we making a killing

All of my niggas at the top and yeah you know we talking millis

The cars is pretty, the money is pretty, the girls is pretty

We making a killing, we making a killing, we making a killing

I thought I told you niggas I was running bands to the ceiling

We making it hard for niggas to breathe, we making a killing

We making a killing, we making a killing, we making a killing

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ten thousand for the trap feat, hey, you can call me money Mitch baby

Got that motherfucking drummer hanging like the crack jacks, hit the 80s baby

Grey poupon, grey Mercedes

Pockets on slim, he actin’ shady

Pot pot chicken, mash potatoes, I’m killing the hood, no favors

Money going up, no neighbors

Top going up, fuck you haters

Put your cape on, I know you saved her

I’m boostin’ my ratings, I’m getting greater

I got the code, no DaVinci

I got the J’s, my Givenchy’s, I’m counting Benji’s

All in detention, graduated from getting the pennys

Little bitty bitch you know you a pimpin’

Gold and with the works you liking my pimpin’

I’m going right in they like what he sippin’

[?] to handle my business

Still on that fuck shit, handle my business

Movie to long, we need an extended

Clip to long, they say it’s extended

You gotta be kiddin’ me

I thought I told you niggas I was running bands to the ceiling

We making it hard for niggas to breathe, we making a killing

All of my niggas at the top and yeah you know we talking millis

The cars is pretty, the money is pretty, the girls is pretty

We making a killing, we making a killing, we making a killing

I thought I told you niggas I was running bands to the ceiling

We making it hard for niggas to breathe, we making a killing

We making a killing, we making a killing, we making a killing

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Playboi Carti:]

Ooh, ahh, diamonds they wet like a sink

Ooh, yah, yah, diamonds they wet like a tank

Ooh, ooh, my shooters my shooters pull off in a tank

Ya, aye, ooh, my shooters my shooters pull off in a tank

Ya, aye, blowing a jitt (jitt, jitt)

Blowing a check

Ya, ooh, up on the block

What?, What?, She all on my neck

Ooh, ooh, tats on my neck

Yah, ooh, tats on my neck

What?, ooh, 20 my set

Ya, Ya, get your boy wet

Ooh, ooh, bitches they fuck me

Bitches not fucking not comin’

Ooh, ooh, My niggas are drunk

Ooh, If I start fighting we jumpin’

Got a whole club that pump it

Got a whole club that pump it

What?, What?, What?, I do this shit for the money

[Ca$h Out:]

I thought I told you niggas I was running bands to the ceiling

We making it hard for niggas to breathe, we making a killing

All of my niggas at the top and yeah you know we talking millis

The cars is pretty, the money is pretty, the girls is pretty

We making a killing, we making a killing, we making a killing

I thought I told you niggas I was running bands to the ceiling

We making it hard for niggas to breathe, we making a killing

We making a killing, we making a killing, we making a killing

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Playboi Carti:]

(Ooh, aye) Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Ooh, ya, ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Ooh, ooh, what?, aye) Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah

Niggas wanna be me, I’m like yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitches wanna see me, I’m like yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m with Ca$h Out, countin’ up, aye, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mountin’ up, bootin’ up, what?, what?

Turn up, turn up, what?

Mounted up, booted up, aye, what?

Ca$h Out Sick And Tired

[Intro:]

You know when you get sick and tired

Of the same ol’ whip

Of the same ol’ chick

And the same ol’ bricks

[Hook:]

I’m sick and tired of that bentley, cop a maybach

Getting sick and tired of that old money, get some new racks

Get sick and tired of that old bitch, get a foreign one

Gettin’ sick and tired of them playing cars, so what I’m a cop a foreign one

I’m sick and tired [x6]

I’m sick and tired of that bentley, cop a maybach

I’m sick and tired of that old money, get some new racks

[Verse 1:]

I’m sick and tired of that spot, get a new one

I’m sick and tired of that old bitch so what I’m a get a new one

I’m sick and tired of that maybach ha! go cop a jet

And I’m sick and tired of this old money, bitch what is coming with this chick

Jury got me freezing, bitch I need a check-up

And I be going hard on beats I’m like what’s next up?

And all the gangsters fuck with me so throw your sense up

And if a nigga trippin’ then what? he getting wake up

Hoe, these super so look broke

And when we get that you know, we super so gets hoe

And they know that I’m hot so go and let in the dough

And why niggas be hatin’ on niggas, get you a hoe

[Hook:]

I’m getting sick and tired of that bentley, cop a maybach

Getting sick and tired of that old money, get some new racks

Get sick and tired of that old bitch, get a foreign one

Gettin’ sick and tired of them playing cars, so what I’m a cop a foreign one

I’m sick and tired [x6]

I’m sick and tired of that bentley, cop a maybach

I’m sick and tired of that old money, get some new racks

[Verse 2:]

I got sick and tired of that ready, get me some fish scale

I’m a drop it in the pot then get a trap head

Got sick and tired of that lambo, I’m in a ‘rarri then I fish tell

Then I hit your bitch with this line bitch should would she like I can’t tell

Baby I’m a player but I’m fucking with you

And when I’m sick and tired of you girl I ain’t fucking with you

I need a paparazzi light so go and take a picture

Sick and tired of feds watching me, bitch I got pictures

No, I ain’t slipping up like that

And it must be cheese around ’cause these motherfuckers they some rats

On the throne I got a disease, I got that bad

SS 2 1 2 0 5, what that mean? I got that bad

[Hook:]

I’m getting sick and tired of that bentley, cop a maybach

Getting sick and tired of that old money, get some new racks

Get sick and tired of that old bitch, get a foreign one

Gettin’ sick and tired of them playing cars, so what I’m a cop a foreign one

I’m sick and tired [x6]

I’m sick and tired of that bentley, cop a maybach

I’m sick and tired of that old money, get some new racks

Ca$h Out Coolin It

[Hook:]

Treat them bandz like a fair, I’m coolin it

Nigga quit callin your bitch she coolin it

Turned up with my partners, we coolin it

Compressive yea so my heat ye it’s coolin it

I’m coolin it [x4]

Treat them bandz like a fair, I’m coolin it

Nigga quit callin your bitch she coolin it

[Verse 1:]

It’s time to make a movie

Note for dough till the dealer gonna cut it

She been over like boy I’m gonna do me

Not turn around no fam but shit she blew me

She got a big booty, I got a big dick

Girl tell me have you ever drove a stick

I’m shifting gears, I’m going fast I’m going slow

I’m going fast, I’m going slow on another nigga hoe

I spit cocaine, oh ye I’m talking dope

I’m just trying to celebrate

While all these other niggas try to sell some fucking hope

Ha, I put my bandz on

He got his meds on, now he get that grands on

[Hook:]

Treat them bandz like a fair, I’m coolin it

Nigga quit callin your bitch she coolin it

Turned up with my partners, we coolin it

Compressive yea so my heat ye it’s coolin it

I’m coolin it [x4]

Treat them bandz like a fair, I’m coolin it

Nigga quit callin your bitch she coolin it

[Verse 2:]

Ha, roll some doobies up

Call some bitches up

Tell ’em we wanna fuck

Girl you know what’s up

You better be talking what I’m talking

‘Cause if you hating right now I find you walking

Brick man, he on speed dial he hawking

And he let ’em go for the 20 Brian dock us

Shit your bitch is in the bush ye she stalking

And be buy the bat little nigga’s just for the talking

New WII connect, it’s going down

Hasthma bitch, I’m smoking out the pound

Automatic shit, ye we spit in rounds

And silencers on them guns you won’t hear a sound

[Hook:]

Treat them bandz like a fair, I’m coolin it

Nigga quit callin your bitch she coolin it

Turned up with my partners, we coolin it

Compressive yea so my heat ye it’s coolin it

I’m coolin it [x4]

Treat them bandz like a fair, I’m coolin it

Nigga quit callin your bitch she coolin it

Ca$h Out Freaky Before

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Calling up, wanna know exactly what’s going on

Work all night, fall through the trap in the early morn’

She don’t waste any time she getting what she want

Don’t hesitate, baby relax your mind hit this KK and elevate

Kicking it with some real niggas nothing like them clones

Should be soaking up all this swag instead they going through your phone

Girl, Instagram ain’t got that many likes

First she ain’t smoke when I approached her now she rolling them right

And holding ’em tight, going all night, you know I’m the type

I lower the lights, and

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

[Juicy J:]

Boo you nasty throw your legs up, I’m in my zone

Take off your dress take off your bra I’m tryna make you moan

Make yo ankles touch, my thumb in yo’ pussy

Caressing your butt and tell you, how much I wana fuck

But I like watching you, freak me before I hit that ass

Oh you, wanna share me tonight, then call your friend from Georgia Tech

Cause I enjoy her neck, and I enjoy your breasts

And y’all can fuck me first and eat each other next

I’m so blessed, I’ll enjoy the show

Weed smoke, camera open on my iPhone

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

[Project Pat:]

Project Pat-uh, touch them toes-ayes, my lil bros-ayes [?]

Them tats, on that soft pretty skin, and a wet, pussy

I must say, make me wanna murder seen that kitty with it

Promethazine sucking titties, on her mouth I show no pity

Head fire, got them toes curled up like nappy hair

Polo is my underwear she open them legs what’s up in thur

I’m going in and out and in and out

I’m trying to keep my [?]

She freaky as she need to be, showing that she fuck with me

She always sucking me

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

Ca$h Out She Twerkin

See me grabbin’ on my tooly

She told me smack her on the booty

She say I got too many hoes

She say I got too many shows

But she twerkin [x8]

What’s up, baby? I see you, you watching

Versace like Biggie, my watch is Rolly

This hoe say holy molly, you stole it

Oh, no, no, pay for it, be foreign, go touring

A nigga so burry, drive her out when hes snoring

He kiki for the free-free took lil kiki to Waikiki

Put Louis, with Gucci, put a hoochie with a hoochie

We do the hoochie coochie but I’m still grabbing on my tooly,

See me grabbin on my tooly

She told me smack her on the booty

She say I got too many hoes

She say I got too many shows

But she twerkin [x8]

Ferrari, retarded, no brain, retarded

These hoes, they tardy, they missing, I’m sorry

Ferragamo for freak-o, I seize this cappuccino

Baby, I’m beating nino, that your boyfriend, I bet you he know

Got your girl saying I want to do foo-foo

Got your girl at my front door in a tutu

Yeah, she got that million dollar mouth, ooh, ooh

Spenz and dyeing on a beast, say ooh, ooh

See me grabbin on my tooly

She told me smack her on the booty

She say I got too many hoes

She say I got too many shows

But she twerkin [x8]

Ca$h Out Sexually

[Verse 1 – PARTYNEXTDOOR:]

Champagne lifestyle

She do what she wanna do

She said she love it

She said to love it

All I wanna do is push your body

All I wanna do is fuck your body

Sorry it’s a cushion

It’s not necessary

Oh, don’t you know what you know, what you know

Is talkin’ ’bout lovin’ you up babe

Talkin’ ’bout fuckin’ shit up babe

It’s been a minute since I’ve been home

It’s been a minute since you’ve been naked in my outback

My swag and M, no end

That tattoo that you fixed, yeah

Says you belong to the six, yeah

[Hook – PARTYNEXTDOOR:]

All I wanna do is love your body

Sexually, oh yeah

All I wanna do is get next to you

Oh, yeah, yeah

All I wanna do is touch your body

Woah, oh, oh

Don’t you know?

Sexual, sexual

Yeah, oh, oh

[Verse 2 – Ca$h Out + PARTYNEXTDOOR:]

Late nights got me making bread for you early in the morning

I’m in a foreign, she foreign, sex game so amazing, so is my touring

I’ve been working hard you know that I’m poppin’

Your ass looking fat, your lips is poppin’

You better get me first, your friends is watching

And she ’bout it

It’s so real

Late night texts from you girl so I know it’s real

This money don’t check the mail cause I got the bills

For real, for real, yeah

I stroke from the side, I’m letting her ride

And did it ‘fore she hear me say take that

The tape on record, the sex so good

She looking at me like babe play it back

I rub on her body, I fuck on her mind

She call the Uber up, yeah, she sent for me

Sex so good, can’t regret this wood

I’m a make you remember me

[Hook – PARTYNEXTDOOR:]

All I wanna do is love your body

Sexually, oh yeah

All I wanna do is get next to you

Oh, yeah, yeah

All I wanna do is touch your body

Woah, oh, oh

Don’t you know?

Sexual, sexual

Yeah, oh, oh

Ca$h Out Who Gives A Phuck

{Ooh, Ca$h Out!}

[Intro: Ca$h Out]

Ha, yeah

I put the shit in ya face, man

Who gives a phuck? (In ya FACE, nigga!)

Hehe, who gives a phuck? (I don’t)

{Knucklehead on the beat}

F’real.. (F’real, f’real)

Hah

[Chorus: Ca$h Out]

They see me shinin, who gives a phuck?

I take all you niggaz bitches, who gives a phuck?

I take all you niggaz riches, who gives a phuck?

Put you all in them ditches, who gives a phuck?

Hah! In the booth, I put my britches up

Walk up in the club, give me all your bitches, bruh

Walk up in yo’ spot, give me all your riches, bruh

Cause you dropped off in this game without permission, bruh

HAAAAH! Never take a stand

Better take the time, do it for my mans

Got a master plan, I ain’t puttin you niggaz on shit

But I WILL call my niggaz, put ’em on licks

Yea, we greedy nigga (We greedy! We hungry!)

We still give back to the needy, nigga (Who need it?! Who need it?!)

Outline ya body, no graffiti, nigga (No graffiti! No no!)

Dez, where the gas at? I need it, nigga

We chiefin, nigga (Need it nigga! Let’s GO!)

HA! Stiff-arm a bitch like I just signed for the Chiefs (Bitch, get off my dick!)

And fin-nin-na put that pussy talk deceased (Stop talkin, nigga!)

Money and my gun is really my beliefs (It’s all I believe in, yeah!)

Get the bricks, sit on the muh’fucker and turn up the fee (Turn up the fee!)

Who gives a phuck?

[Chorus]

[Interlude]

Ye-yeah…

And yea, we balliiiiiiiin (We ballin, nigga!)

And guess, who’s calliiiiiiiin (Guess who’s callin, nigga! HAHAH!)

Yo’ bitch, she wanna fuck (She wanna fuck, up, here!)

and really I don’t give a phuck

[Rocko]

It’s me, the Don, Rocko..

Fuck you mean? You ain’t seen me cause I ain’t beam

Nowhere with no cream, that ain’t my type of scene

While they see me somewhere obscene (Booty club)

Makin a scene (Turn up! Turn up!)

I throw dat money, make it rain (raaaain!)

Then pick it up, with no shame

(Fuck you mean, mayne?)

Ain’t no pride, was no hustler

(Hustler, hustler) Nigga, you gon’, die and gon’ be a busta

(Busta, busta) Hope it ain’t your main squeeze, cause we fucked her

(She fucked up!) Why you hearted-up with her, I hear you love her

Ay, wake up be like, “Fuck that shit”, do shit for the fuck of it

I don’t give no fuck, I’m up like fuck, get dat cash, go fuck dat up

I run dat A, I run wit Bs’ (Bzzzzzzz!) that stick on steez

Roll it dat rolly pole, (Whew!) Dat bitch on gleam

[Chorus + Interlude]