Ca$h Out Mac-A-Zoe Speech

It’s all good

This your main man Mac-A-Zoe AKA Mac-A-Zillion

AKA MC, LOVE Div is for D

You know who we be, BL love baby that’s who we are, you feel me?

With my main man Cash Out, you already know his style

You bare me son, see you at the level

Real niggas doin real things

It ain’t the realest nigga activity go in all, you feel me?

Lord show you everything, you feel me?

We be on that other shit

We just don’t stand for it

You feel me?

And that mixtape you know what I’m saying

That fang getting ready to drop

That fire, that Keisha

You already know that fame that have a nigga zoo in

Get a nigga mountain ride, you feel me?

Now what it is, you feel me

If you ain’t walking with that, you really ain’t walking with nothing

All I say

Yeah baby!

This is it, what’s good kesh?

Aw man the bass is loaded, LOVE man Lord see you and everything man, that’s what it is man, you know I had to get you on this motherfucking man it and turn up man, salute to everybody you know who been tweeting that shit

Get me to retweet it man, you know free the big homie man you know once he touched you down there’s gonna be a touchdown mess same points on you bitch ass niggas

Believe that, believe that, that right there, BLR bass is loaded you feel me?

LOVE my man, Kesha, you feel me? the present, the future you feel me?

Gon’ take over, you done take over you feel me it’s Kesh chance you feel me?

History baby,

History in the making man

(Check out this motherfucker, Keisha bitch)

Ca$h Out Back Door

[Hook – Ca$h Out:]

The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag

The weed ain’t good, we shipping that pack back

I got what you need, come shop at my sto’e

30 clips at the front door, so come to the back door

So come to the back door, so come to the back door

So come to the back door, so come to the back door

The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag

The weed ain’t good, we shipping that pack back

[Verse 1 – Ca$h Out:]

Burglar bars on my trap nigga, can’t forget put the cameras

What’s the use to have a show nigga if they don’t use their hammers

Mister used to talking [?] shit cause you don’t use your hammer

The arm and hammer, working my arm with the hammer

Trap straight out the front porch, bitch you know that I’m with it

Cook game got real strong when I [?]

Straight drop, straight drop, have em dancing like they P Diddy

Drought time come around, got to take a [?] to fifty

I stack up the zones, my team playing zone

Boy get off the phone, you been talking too long

I know that they snitching, my trap house is closed

If I cut on this phone, I’m offering this blow

[Hook]

[Verse 2 – Young Dolph:]

Pit bulls running round the yard, every window got burglar bars

Just a bunch of neighborhood stars pulling up in these expensive foreign cars

When you come to my spot, bro cut the music down and come to the back door

Yeah I got what you ask for, but first where your cash bro?

Just got a new batch of strong, and bands of reg, I got a lot of that

Look over there in them garbage bags, pick out what you want and then holler back

Ain’t no bricks in my trap house, no pots and no forks

And I ain’t got no love for a bitch cause I came up bumping Too Short

Your old lady across the street on her porch, she love me but she know I’m a dope boy

Me and my niggas keep down the noise so we can keep down and out of the way

My phone booming, my trap rolling, it’s always open, these choppers loaded

Just in case an old police ask nigga tried to send a fourth up in here

We already sorted!

[Hook]

Ca$h Out Cashin Out

[Hook 1: Akon]

Money dup blow so ride ’round with that Nina (ride ’round with that Nina)

With a Hollywood hoe with lips like Angelina (lips like Angelina)

My diamonds talk for me they say how can I meet ya? (how can I meet ya?)

G flyer then sky how high, hoe I can’t see ya (hoe I can’t see ya)

Got an island on my wrist, girl, I’m cashin’ out (I’m cashin’ out)

Got an island on my neck, girl, I’m cashin’ out (I’m cashin’ out)

My diamonds talk for me they say how can I meet ya?

G flyer then sky how high, hoe I can’t see ya

[Akon:]

I got T-Pian around my wrist, Gaga around my neck

Got o’ money so long, I ain’t even cashin’ them cashin them checks

I keep wide 3’s on my feet, still ridin’ ’round with that heat

Foreign cars in my garage, all these bad bitches I beat

Oops! Is that your girl? She said her name was Nina

Oo-Oops! Ridin’ ’round, gettin’ head from a girl named Nina

Oops! I’m sorry, but I’m on my Ike and Tina (Ike and Tina)

I’m African so you know I got hyenas

I cashed out on my whips, I cashed out from my check

Though I chemp TV again, got that stations all in my crib

Got a indoor court, outdoor court

Indoor pool, outdoor pool

I ain’t lyin’, nigga tell em’ it’s true

Ask Ray he done be there too

[Hook 1: Akon]

Money dup blow so ride ’round with that Nina (ride ’round with that Nina)

With a Hollywood hoe with lips like Angelina (lips like Angelina)

My diamonds talk for me they say how can I meet ya? (how can I meet ya?)

G flyer then sky how high, hoe I can’t see ya (hoe I can’t see ya)

Got an island on my wrist, girl, I’m cashin’ out (I’m cashin’ out)

Got an island on my neck, girl, I’m cashin’ out (I’m cashin’ out)

My diamonds talk for me they say how can I meet ya?

G flyer then sky how high, hoe I can’t see ya

[Cash Out:]

Grab the top, hop in, hoes they comin by flocks in

Birds they comin by flocks in

Pass them birds like stockton

Play with my money, I’m poppin’

No actin’ but it’s a movie

Got spins on the beach so we ain’t losin

Don’t act like you who ain’t choosin

I’m blow’d up, yea I’m the bomb

Ridin ’round blowin’ on stank bombs

Pussy so good you should thank moms

Top flo suite chillin’ at the Palms

We wanna whole loaf leave y’all tha crumbs

‘Til then I’m runnin’ my check up

And it’s fuck a Buggatti I’m callin’ my jet, cool

[Hook 2: Cash Out]

36 o’ I’m ridin’ ’round with that Nina (I’m ridin’ ’round with that Nina)

Ridin’ with a hoe, named Keisha, smokin on Keisha (smokin on Keisha)

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can I meet ya? (hi can I meet ya?)

She fly how high in the sky hoe I can’t see you

Got a condo on my wrist, girl, I’m cashin’ out (I’m cashin’ out)

Got a condo around my neck, girl, I’m cashin’ out (I’m cashin’ out)

36 o’ riding ’round with that Nina

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can I meet ya? (hi can I meet ya?)

[Cash Out:]

It’s big Pimpin’ over here

Church. Time to cop the Maybach already had divert

I got big money visions

Sammy Sosa pigeons

What that mean?

That mean they jumpin’ out the kitchen

And I’m on the money mission, nobody can stop me

Just grab your camcorder, press record and go on and watch me

And you can skate on my ice just like you playin hockey

And in the booth I beat the beat up call me Rocky

Yea, I’m cocky cool

[Hook 2: Cash Out]

36 o’ I’m ridin’ ’round with that Nina (I’m ridin’ ’round with that Nina)

Ridin’ with a hoe, named Keisha, smokin on Keisha (smokin on Keisha)

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can I meet ya? (hi can I meet ya?)

She fly how high in the sky hoe I can’t see you

Got a condo on my wrist, girl, I’m cashin’ out (I’m cashin’ out)

Got a condo around my neck, girl, I’m cashin’ out (I’m cashin’ out)

36 o’ riding ’round with that Nina

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can I meet ya? (hi can I meet ya?)

[Outro:]

I ride ’round with that Nina

You know we smokin’ on Keisha

Hey, hey, hey can I meet you though?

Ca$h Out My Bloodline

[Hook:]

Cold, money ain’t got no deadline

But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline

Ye and at the table man we toasting wine

Bought the rollie for the shine, nigga fuck the time

My wrist gold, my shoes cool

Them bricks cold, how ’bout you

Money ain’t got no deadline

But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline

[Verse 1:]

Get back hoe, I stepped on you

Going in on this beast like a terrorist I bombed you

Niggas talking about go vote!, I’m voting for Benjamin Franklin

‘Cause the money gon’ change the world nigga what the fuck you think

Land in my bed, Louie V my blanket

Money under my mattress, and I’m fucking an actress

RT, that’s real talk!

Money in my pants, now watch me do the money walk

Forley me on, bitch we eat good

And we don’t see that top, bitch we see wood

That’s court side talking to them players

Bitch we’re some bosses so you talkin to some players

[Hook:]

Cold, money ain’t got no deadline

But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline

Ye and at the table man we toasting wine

Bought the rollie for the shine, nigga fuck the time

My wrist gold, my shoes cool

Them bricks cold, how ’bout you

Money ain’t got no deadline

But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline

[Verse 2:]

Versace, that be my belt buckle

Shit and I keep that pistol nigga I’m my own muscle

Been getting money got my own hussle

Never been a dick rider, but she’s a dick rider

And I got my own wifi

Just for these hoes connecting me

And the plug keep wanna connect with me

Beat the pussy up now I got your man girlfriend cop with me

They asking me why the jury act so arrogant

And it’s shining hard, ain’t really with that starring shit

And my diamonds talk man, ye baby it’s on that para shit

And I’m getting overseas money ye baby I’m on that parachute

[Hook:]

Cold, money ain’t got no deadline

But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline

Ye and at the table man we toasting wine

Bought the rollie for the shine, nigga fuck the time

My wrist gold, my shoes cool

Them bricks cold, how ’bout you

Money ain’t got no deadline

But getting money, bitch is in my bloodline

Ca$h Out You Hiding We Riding

[Hook:]

You hidin’ we ridin’, you hidin’ we ridin’

And if you bust shit we bust it back

But we bustin’ first so it ain’t no bustin’ back

You hidin’ we ridin’, you hidin’ we ridin’

You hidin’ we ridin’

And we bust first nigga it ain’t no bustin’ back

[Verse 1:]

Ye, I ain’t hungover shit, I wanna eat your plate

Goons won’t call away and they will eat your face

And you pussy niggas better check my background

She’s wearing the face while you back in that grind that ass so back blow

You hidin’ we ridin’, bullies hit your ass colliding

Now he got to arise it shopping leave him locked up

Call leave that little ass slumbed up

Ye, put pressure on this rap game oh yes I peep shit

Then put pressure on niggas when it comes to street shit

And I know they want me back on that street shit

But I won’t let the feds get me caught up in that beef shit

I’m smooth

[Hook:]

You hidin’ we ridin’, you hidin’ we ridin’

And if you bust shit we bust it back

But we bustin’ first so it ain’t no bustin’ back

You hidin’ we ridin’, you hidin’ we ridin’

You hidin’ we ridin’

Shit, and we bust first nigga it ain’t no bustin’ back

[Verse 2:]

This that, little motherfucking brains on dashboard news

They ask for clips so boy I’m a shoot your movie

Ye, I was at the top boy I’m gonna hit your cuffie

And his body wet and he ain’t left no jacuzzi

And that’s a 4 10

I mean a 10 4, riding in that ’64

And we pulling kick those, we don’t do no drive-byes

Tryin’ to hit everything and don’t leave nothing alive

Get it, got grades for your body, get it

Did you just get what I said, ya did

I know my boys could get you frustrated

But when it comes to murking niggas, we ain’t hesitating

You hide, we ride

[Hook:]

You hidin’ we ridin’, you hidin’ we ridin’

And if you bust shit we bust it back

But we bustin’ first so it ain’t no bustin’ back

You hidin’ we ridin’, you hidin’ we ridin’

You hidin’ we ridin’

Shit, and we bust first nigga it ain’t no bustin’ back

Ca$h Out M.O.E

[Hook: Cash Out]

And it’s M O E baby

Money over everything and that’s what it be baby

And they ain’t flyer than me baby

And I’m getting money pay me baby

And my rims real big, and my house is real big and my money’s real long

And it’s M O E baby

Money over everything and that’s what it be baby

[Verse 1: Cash Out]

And I’m flyer than a pelican

And I’m fresher than I ever been

And I’m higher than I ever been

And I ain’t motherfucking stuttering

I ain’t like these other niggas

I really sold that butter man

And boy you still gotta get touched up

And it’s fuck your family feelings, I’m like tough luck

And I ain’t never light, no little money like megabux

And I ain’t with no simple girl, I like mega sluts

I’m coming at niggas, like they owe me

I hear ’em talking real gangster I’m like show me

24 all in your chest they call him Kobe

But I don’t really wanna get back to the old me

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Trinidad James]

I can’t wait to do a song with Boosie straight outta jail

And them niggas hatin on me cause I’m giving em Hell

And them bitches lovin on me since I’m dressin so well

I remember coming up I had to hussle for real

[?], had whatever for sale

What I could’ntafford I made a promise nigga would self

I’m a grind it, run it up and have my mama turnt up

Real nigga? yes sir

Fake nigga? hate ya

So you can keep running your mouth nigga (haha)

And I’m a keep making these songs nigga

Your bitch gon sing along nigga

You want that power, that respect

It’s money over everything bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cash Out]

And my team I won’t trade for nothing

Man I was on the block, grinding hard like I was a slave or something

Man I’m trying to get my crop up

They slow don’t run the stock up

Now they pay me for pop ups nigga

But don’t make me pop up,

‘Cause bodies they won’t pop up

Niggas they get mopped up

And we don’t call him hitman we call him cleaners

Watch these niggas ass up then put ’em in the cleaners

Nas missing picture sayin’ “Have you seen him?”

Jury blinded all these bitches they like “we can’t see ’em”

And I know these niggas hatin but they wanna be ’em

And I swear I play with weight like I was in the gym

[Hook]

Ca$h Out Stunt On Ya Haters

[Hook: Ca$h Out]

15 hundred dollars on my shoes

Water, water, water all in my jewels

They fucking with me, they know me so cool

I’m feeling like Bishop, I got the juice

Stunt on your haters [x4]

15 hundred dollars on my shoes

Water, water, water all in my jewels

[Verse 1: Ca$h Out]

30 thousand wrist, [?]

Fucked your bitch first, then we went dating

They want to have my money and my britches

Therefore I leave them [?] stitches

[?] need her money, you just forgot to mention

Bitches texting me, talking bout they want all my inches

I get paid just to look at me, so that’s pay attention

You niggas broke, and you niggas thieves, I know you grinching

I got your ho, pockets on sloppy joe

Knocking your bitches down, calling that dominos

Feed her some dominos, take myself out to Pappadeauxs’

Haters everywhere, haters everywhere

Tons of gold bottles and let’s have a toast

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]

I’m stunting on haters, I’m getting this money

My cars is exotic, I’m fucking her fashion

Raised in apartments, I live in a mansion

VVS in my stone and my diamonds keep dancing

My girl black and latin, she cool with me trapping

She one of a kind, that ass got a patent

The police showed up and they asked her what happened

She said get my lawyer, I just start laughing

All of my shoes, 15 hundred on everything

Designer my fabric, I think I’m the shit

Pardon my manners

Wore my fit once, ain’t no use for no hamper

Grab my bandana

I’m from the south where we call it black-lanta

I stunt on my haters, I ball on you fucks

Draped out in gold, like I’m King Tut

Big Cuban link, like I got Midas touch

I roll it, I roll it, I smoke it, I smoke it

I’m drinking this lean till a young nigga throw up

Ca$h out, my nigga, you know I fuck with you

Got bottles of liquor, come pour you some more up

Giuseppe my footprints, I got the blueprint

To make dollars it took sense, broke niggas a nuisance

[Hook]

Ca$h Out Pocket Watching

[Ca$h Out:]

I just talk to my nigga the other day

I’m gon’ be on, told ’em my money always gon’ be straight

I see ’em pocket watching

Another day for the kid don’t it

You’re never gonna catch him

I just talk to my nigga the other day

Told him we gon’ be on

Told him we gon’ be on, we gon’ be straight

Say that money exposin’ niggas

Show the real and show the fake

Gotta keep it on you nigga, you tryna see another day

I know you watchin’, I know you plottin’

Know you worried about my pockets

These hoes say you pillow talkin’

They say you hatin’ cause I’m poppin’

But don’t get it misconstrued, yeah I rap, I’m still poppin’

You lil niggas made the news, better stop the pocket watchin’

When I was trappin’ hard you lil niggas was scared to tote hammers

Run my money up, pulled up in the jungle with bananas

Twenty killers, twenty sticks, bet that nigga gon’ shit

And we hittin’ all our targets we ain’t comin’ to miss

Take you back to old 6, me and boy in the cut

He got the shotty, I got the Glock we ready to tear some shit up

Let’s take it back to city life, I put the car in the park

Police found these [?] said I got the charge

Yes I’m cool young nigga but don’t play with it

You gon’ try some slick shit and think you gon’ get away with it

You got a handle that is not, you in the wrong business

I’m on that gangster shit, he said fuck a witness

Pull up on you

I just talk to my nigga the other day

Told him we gon’ be on

Told him we gon’ be on, we gon’ be straight

Say that money exposin’ niggas

Show the real and show the fake

Gotta keep it on you nigga, you tryna see another day

I know you watchin’, I know you plottin’

Know you worried about my pockets

These hoes say you pillow talkin’

They say you hatin’ cause I’m poppin’

But don’t get it misconstrued, yeah I rap, I’m still poppin’

You lil niggas made the news, better stop the pocket watchin’

Pull up and I’m flexin’ so hard that you know I’m gettin’ money

Nigga asked me what I want up out the game, I want the money

God watchin’ over me, I’m stayin’ down I know it’s comin’

This chopper for protection, no layin’ down, you know I’m drummin’

Lord knows, Lord knows, I had to stay in the cold

That’s why I’m rockin’ this coat and everything is so froze

I gotta stay below zero when I’m fuckin’ your ho

I got to stick to the G code when I’m in that beast mode

I say it’s switchin’ up the flow, yeah you gotta decode

I wipe my ass with the 20s, I use 100s for my nose

Granny said it’s just paper nigga go get some gold

You waste your life bein’ a hater, nigga get you some goals

I just talk to my nigga the other day

Told him we gon’ be on

Told him we gon’ be on, we gon’ be straight

Say that money exposin’ niggas

Show the real and show the fake

Gotta keep it on you nigga, you tryna see another day

I know you watchin’, I know you plottin’

Know you worried about my pockets

These hoes say you pillow talkin’

They say you hatin’ cause I’m poppin’

But don’t get it misconstrued, yeah I rap, I’m still poppin’

You lil niggas made the news, better stop the pocket watchin’

[Dae Dae:]

That was 6 years ago, I ain’t know that about no go

I just pulled up at your spot, I just turned up at the show

I need 10 for a show, I’m not takin’ nothin’ less

That’s my goal, take care of my kids

You need to go on cause you the wiz

Heart feel so cold, it’s so cold man

I just pulled out my cars out in traffic

Look please don’t call my phone if you ain’t bad bitch

Yeah feel so good I just talked to my brother

[Ca$h Out:]

I just talk to my nigga the other day

Told him we gon’ be on

Told him we gon’ be on, we gon’ be straight

Say that money exposin’ niggas

Show the real and show the fake

Gotta keep it on you nigga, you tryna see another day

I know you watchin’, I know you plottin’

Know you worried about my pockets

These hoes say you pillow talkin’

They say you hatin’ cause I’m poppin’

But don’t get it misconstrued, yeah I rap, I’m still poppin’

You lil niggas made the news, better stop the pocket watchin’

Ca$h Out Thrab

[Hook:]

Bitch I got a check but I ain’t gon

Spend on no thrab [x7]

Spend it on no thrab

Spend it on no thrab

[Verse 1:]

A thrab what’s that

Ask my nigga Tank about it

She licked it up and don’t spit it up

She don’t take time to think about it

No classy hoe

She a nasty hoe

It don’t take time to stab da hoe

That thrab there

That Doorknob

Everybody don grabbed that hoe

That thrab there that Bugatti

Everybody know she too fast

Talkin about relationships

I ain’t tryin to cuff up that loose ass

I’m gon smash da hoe then pass da hoe

Turn back around and smash sum moe

Den gas up on dat loudpack

Ya’ll already know we got cash to blow

Her name was Tina about 5’4

Said she stayed on Godby Road

And I really ain’t got to say too much

Because everybody know about them garbage hoes

She say she know I got a check and

It’s more den you can have

Told lil bitch I got a check but I ain’t gon spend

It on no thrab

[Hook:]

Bitch I got a check but I ain’t gon

Spend on no thrab [x7]

Spend it on no thrab

Spend it on no thrab

[Verse 2:]

Let me take you to the Westside

I thank her name was Keisha

Bout 5’5 in ala Temple

She had sum pretty features

She fucked my nigga Yayo

She fucked my nigga Ace

She fucked my nigga Eli

And I see you wanna face

I scrolled down my call log

Look for somethin to stab

I ran across a numba that I saved under thrab

I’m checked up

So I pulled up

Loud Pack

I’m full up

I call that hoe that nice stab

She always let my crew cut

Got Spinz on d beat so I ain’t losin

That thrab stay choosin

C A money sign

Ain’t you know I left her face oozin

She said she got a man

And I just sit back need laugh

Her friend texin me while she sexin me

Now that’s what I call sum thrabs

[Hook:]

Bitch I got a check but I ain’t gon

Spend on no thrab [x7]

Spend it on no thrab

Spend it on no thrab

Ca$h Out Another Country

[Hook: Future]

I’m driving in a space coupe

It was made in another country (Foreign)

If you see me with a bad bitch

I guarantee she from another country (She foreign)

I get money on the top nigga

While I’m flying over other countries (Foreign)

I was standing on the block dealing

And made millions in another country (Foreign)

[Verse 1: Cash Out]

Yeah, what you talking about

Them hoes with you look scary nigga

I’m in Paris, cooking it with Paris nigga, Hilton

When I get a beats they be like

Young nigga you killed it

When I get on freaks they be like

Young nigga you killed it, for real, for real

Future woke up in a Bugatti, I woke up like I’m in Brazil

And swishers smoking on swishers

If I have her then I have her sister

If the bitch bad then you know I missed her

Cause bad bitches on my missile right now

Had a threesome with, I can’t pronounce their names

But they was foreign, probably was from Spain

Used to stay on the block with the shooters

Now I wonder what they took if I take a trip in Cuba

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Cash Out]

Yeah, I had a dream about foreign cars

I had a dream about foreign broads

You ain’t got no money

Get from around these foreign stars

Cause when you got some money

These hoes turn to porn stars

Look at my shoes, look at my jewels

These girls say ooh, boy you truth

And they don’t speak no englo

But they love my lingo

I got so many bricks

I should be in black amigo, gang

See, lean back, they for my bitch

And for you haters, keep hating, I’m getting rich

Oversea, country to country, I’m home sick

Gotta get these money though, I’m trying to get rich

[Hook]