[Verse 1]
Zumiez on my back. Custom 5s cost me a stack
You know this Phillies cap a snapback. Tell your boyfriend I said he whack
Money long but my di*k longer. How I’m cashing out gon make you wonder
Going from STL to OKC it’s like Bradley Beal to the Thunder
You f*ck n*gga stop. Your b*tch say she digging my dope ass swag
So stop. You a f*cking capri wearing ass n*gga, you a fag
So stop. And you like what the hell am I talking ‘bout
Got racks in my pocket you know I’m at the Mills, buying sh*t, cashing out b*tch!
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[Verse 2]
I’m cashing out and I ain’t rich. These Hard Courts was 96
It’s gon be lights out little b*tch ‘cause my Tec 9 is a light switch
f*ck with my crew and I’ll leave you square. I wear this bookbag everywhere
f*cking two b*tches yeah it ain’t fair. Doggystyle, I pull her hair
Blowing on kush I got a weed fan. I cook crack, that’s pots and pans
Yellow b*tch with red clothes, I told y’all n*ggas I’m a Chiefs fan
Lame n*ggas get the slap stain. Rocking black like Bat-Mane
Word Play got that dumb swag so your b*tch was nice enough to give me brain, luh n*gga
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[Verse 3]
I got money, I got b*tches, I got weed, I kill snitches
I drive cars with a stick shift while you ride around in that weak sh*t
Playing Shay’s verse on Motto. Living life is my motto
I cash out like I won the lotto. I got cash so I bought a grotto
You a square beyond compare, and I ain’t talking ‘bout Imo’s
Jordan 7’s I bought 2 pair. n*gga get off my ass like Nair
Killing b*tches, I ain’t got no choice. I got an R8, f*ck a Rolls Royce
I’m rich b*tch, Donnell Rawlings voice
[Chorus]