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McWeezy - Cash-Out lyrics

Artist: McWeezy

album: Wordie


Yeah,
You already know,
You trynna catch me is like you running without a finish line men,
First verse:
I look medusa in the eyes she told me her pain,(pain)
Put my hands on her eyes i gave her the blessing,(yes)
Looking for you fake niggers claiming they Dons,
Imma catch you and let my dogs do the dirty work,(hun)
Am on the thrown don't need a crown son of JEHOVAH,(yeah)
I make sure i look in your eyes before is over,(get it)
Dealing dope gang bangs that was a stepping stone,(you know it)
Get your ass in a church pray for your souls,(hun)
One minute of silence to my late homies,
Jungle city happy faces watching with a smile,(i see you)
Dope boy boy flashy money focus on my time,
I whisper God's great before i make a toast,
Black suit gold chains i shine the most,
They said am just a little nier with a tough flow,(haha)
Got my hands on the mic i proved them wrong,
Let the crowd go crazy before i walked away,(i did)
Letter M is on the gate that's a no way,(no way)
Fist bag is out now you wanna conversate,(haha)
Hold on a second make a wish,mcz rainy days
Second verse:
I keep on the mission waking up bawl,(bawl)
Ready for the bag pick it up and go get more,(more)
My mama on my arm that's a rick blessing,(yes)
LEGACY in the making now the sky is the limit,(haha)
Life of a hustler the mind full of pictures,
Cash falling off my pocket when i reach for I.D,
I am a Don full bag no need to count,(count)
Reversing in a Royce shades on like a boss,(boss)
Five chains on my neck versace on my wrist,
I did it for the money the city on my back,
I don't conversate unless you talking cash,(cash)
Make some bullet fly when i take off my hat,(aha)
Wanna practice shootings the hood ain't a field,(no)
Avoiding their mission coming to the hood,(get it)
Dope boy wanna shine better stay in your line,
Cooking my work there you have it new recipe.
Third verse:
I did it for the money now they all hate,(i did)
I pull up in Bentley chilling all day,(all day)
Can't catch me top speed on the high way,(haha)
Haters trash talk that's my gateway,(haha)
Put the money on the sulfa now she cal me bae,(babe)
I can see through face homies like an X-ray,(shhh)
Moving breaks pulling whips each and everyday,(day)
Eyes closed magic word say God is great.
Yeah mcz Sky is the limit.

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