On Me (Cash Out) lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm having it on me, I know I look saucy, yeah
Told her, "Call up the baby"
Told her, "Come get it off me"
That lil' b*tch say I'm boring, yeah
How went I got it on me? Yeah
I might give her a bunny, yeah
I been having a moment, yeah
I might hop in a foreign, I might hop in a foreign
I might f*ck on your daughter, suck me up while the car run
Pullin' up with my n*ggas, pullin' up and you flipping
Pullin' up with the missile, pullin' up with the pistol

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
My money is on me, I pull up and cash out
My cars is platinum, my foreign gon' back out
My shoes are by Ralph, I'm stackin' the cash up
I'm just f*ckin' youre b*tch, I came for the cash
I'm ballin', on God yeah, I'm thinkin' 'bout buyin' you
Yeah, I'ma cut off your fingers, I'ma cut out your spine too
You could scream for your mama, I done tied up your father
What the f*ck is you doin'?
n*gga, I'm just pursuin'
I'ma cash out then skeet out a lot
I'ma go 'head and f*ck on the thot
I'ma go 'head and put all my n*ggas on
I'ma go 'head and turn 'em up, boy
Got the God father out tonight
He just saw me dirty up the Sprite
He just saw me dirty up my life
He just saw me dirty up the sky
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm havin' it on me, I know I look saucy, yeah
Told her, "Call up the baby"
Told her, "Come get it off me"
That lil' b*tch say I'm boring
How went I got it on me?
I might give her a bunny
I just had me a moment, yeah
I just hopped in a foreign, I just hopped in a foreign
I just f*cked on the car and told that b*tch she look boring
I just feel like a n*gga, I just pull up with n*ggas
Pullin' up with my n*ggas, pullin' up with my

[Verse 2: Trouble]
It won't take me long, ain't no story
You got your b*tch sh*t in the storage
You sat on the drink, plus you boring
That b*tch askin' me for an orgy
n*ggas ain't real and we know it
Thug on my round and my woadie
Slide through the brick with my woadie
Pull on shawty make orders
How in the f*ck a n*gga just forget about it
n*gga kept it treacherous like the A
Lil' mama strippin' but all 'bout her business
f*ck around and got an Audi, got 'em hatin'
I can't forget about it, can't forget about it
n*gga goin' about it for a bank
I can't forget about it, n*gga catch a life about the money all for the rank
Whole squad on the drank
Tryna die from the pain
You n*ggas all insane
All that hatin' that you doin', my n*gga, just gon' turn me up, man, I promise
Just made a [?] sh*t to my mama
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm having it on me, I know I look saucy, yeah
Told her, "Call up the baby"
Told her, "Come get it off me"
That lil' b*tch say I'm boring
How went I got it on me?
I might give her a bunny
I just had me a moment, yeah
I just hopped in a foreign, I just hopped in a foreign
I just f*cked on the car and told that b*tch she look boring
I just feel like a n*gga, I just pull up with n*ggas
Pullin' up with my n*ggas, pullin' up with my