Cashed Out lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Fuck nigga, them fuck niggas

My blunt bigger than these lil niggas

Keep stuntin 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 spendin money, spendin money

Ben Franklin dizzy nigga!

Your bitch on my dick, I told her I was busy

She say “Wayne on me, Wayne on me” cause yo ass need drizzlin’

That pussy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon

And if she bounce that ass then I’m dribblin

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 call them hoes Aunt Vivian

Chopper knock your face off

Black shades, Ray Charles

I be killing young hoes

I got your ho up in my graveyard

I ain’t working with a full deck

But I pull out that Ace card

She grab that dick with 2 hands

Like she about to pray for it

Clips hanging, no curfew

Fuck you and who birthed you

I’m shining like church shoes

Birdman Jr.: y’all birdfood

I’m bout it.. I said I’m about to cum

She opened her mouth: water fountain

When I’m on the scene I’m on that lean

Bitch, I’m drowsy

Man, I’m so high I don’t know what I’m laughing about

I got bars, nigga

And it’s happy hour!

[Verse 2]

Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas

Riding around with a bitch named Molly and she on Molly – 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 lee 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, 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 round her where the grass is greener

And if you passing that weed I’m the wide reciever

@liltunechi follow the leader, bitch