Lil' Wayne Cashed Out Lyrics

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Fuck nigga them fuck niggas my blunt bigger than these little niggas. Keep stunting with your bitch ass you'll get jacked and jilled nigga! Fuck wrong with these sissy niggas? I'm smoking that bill bixby nigga I'm spending money! Spending money! Ben Franklin dizzy nigga! Yo bitch on my dick! I told her I was busy she said wayne on me! Wayne on me! Cuz yo ass be drizzling! That pussy came gift wrapped! Bow and a ribbon and if she bounce that ass then I'm dribbling that pussy so wet, it turned into a gremlin? There's only one me; ain't no equivalent. She give me brain, brain like trivia. I got a black bitch and a red bitch, I called them hoes aunt Vivian uh, chopper knock your face off, black Shades, ray charles, I be killing them hoes I got your hoe up in my graveyard. I aint working with a full deck, but I pull out that ace card, she grab that dick with two hands, like she about to pray for it. Clips hangin no curfew, fuck you and who birthed you! I'm shining like church shoes Birdman jr. Y'all bird food! I'm bout it, I said I'm bout to cumb, she opened her mouth, water fountain, when I'm on that scene I'm on that lean, bitch I'm drowsy, man I'm so high I don't know what I'm laughing bout. I got bars nigga, and it's happy hour!

[Verse 2]
Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
Riding with a bitch named Molly and she on Mali – ha!
Bitch I put my foot in your ass: karate
Man these niggas can’t see me like a diary
Smoke that weed, let’s get irie
Nina shut up, that bitch got a silencer
Top of the gun there is a scope
I close one eye, I look like a pirate, fuck it!
Trukfit my bitch up, Tunechi leave big nuts
I’m getting my dick sucked
I blow weed like it’s dust!
Spacehead: love pussy, hate feds
Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider
Told her drive it like it got 8 legs
I’m a made nigga: Machiavelli
That Mack-11 necessary
I’m a hard head: I pop the cherry
No pussy, no rats, no Tom and Jerry
They say your friends are your enemies?
Well, my friends are imaginary
I’m the motherfuckin resolution like the 1st of January
My ride cold and my bitch hot
I’m tired as hell but my dick not
I don’t gas no bitch, no pitstop
Smoke Barney and Baby Bop!
Y’all niggas act like lady cops
My niggas smoke like coffee shops
That’s syrup gang, wafflehouse
Gunfight, I’ll knock you out
My bitch titties is poppin out
We poppin up and we get it poppin
Mask on, gloves on
Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin out
Like Nicki’s ass
Smoking on that sticky bag
Weezy F: I’m big and bad
Small feet, but I kick your ass
I’m the trigger man of that shooting star
Eat that pussy like caviar
She treat that dick just like a straw
How you like them apples, Microsoft?
Now wipe it off..
I do Liv on Sundays: church!
Step off in that motherfucker fresher than some Certs
Uuh! Who the fuck is Stevie J?
I got the ball, playing keepaway
Kidnap your ass, kill your ass
Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg!
It’s Hollygrove to my deathbed
Just make sure my pillow’s fluffed
Hit a nigga with a million shots
What you call that? A million bucks
Good weed, we pass around
Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth
It’s Young Money, Cash Money
Til the motherfuckin day I’m Cashin Out!
Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
Your bitch wanna come over here where the grass is greener
And if you passing that weed I’m the wide reciever
@LilTunechi follow the leader bitch
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