Cash in Cash Out Lyrics – Pharrell Williams 21 

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Cash In Cash Out Lyrics by Pharrell Williams, 21 Savage, Tyler, The Creator is latest English song with music also given by Pharrell Williams. Cash In Cash Out song lyrics are written by Pharrell Williams, Tyler, The Creator & 21 Savage.

Cash in Cash Out Lyrics – Pharrell Williams 21 Savage Tyler The Creator Lyrics

Singer Pharrell Williams 21 Savage Tyler The Creator
Music Pharrell Williams
Song Writer Pharrell Williams, Tyler, The Creator, 21 Savage





Straight up!

Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out (21)

Riding in the car with no keys (straight up)
Louis v shirt with no sleeves (on god)
Slaughter gang, n!Gga, I’m repping (21)
Chopper get to preaching, I’m the reverend (21)
Call him new era, he capping (yeah!)
Them the type of n!Ggas I ain’t dapping (on god)
When I book a show, make my backend cashing
21, uncle sam, dawg, I’m taxing
Riding in the coupe and it’s a sport (yeah!)
My bodyguard look like a horse (straight up)
She gone suck me up like it’s a chore (on god)
Took the la ferrari on a tour (21)
Buy a richard mill’ when I get bored (bored)
Put my sidepiece inside a porsche (a porschе)
Money turned me to a a$$holе
I ain’t gone lie, I was used to being poor (21)
I put chanel on my feet
European model got chanel on my seats
Put me in a third world country in the middle of the slums
I’ma turn it to a million dollar street (oh! For real)
Pharrell made this so it’s a million dollar beat
Straight up
V12, vvs, I fell in love with vs (straight up)
Walk in your section, you ain’t repping about nothing
My invoice gone be a million dollar fee (on god)
Hop in a bentley and slide (and what?)
Reach for my chain and you die (say what?)
You know my method, I’ma turn your shirt red, man
Then see your a$$ out high (on god)
Mama got a benz, she smiled (21)
Then she got a house, she cried (21)
N!Gga took the stand, he lied
Held court in the streets and they gave his a$$ life
Goddamn
I’m getting bigger and bigger (and what?)
Your pockets littler than little (21)
Put a hundred bands on your head
Now they jumping up and down playing monkey in the middle
She swallow all my kids, she a bad babysitter
Kim jong-un, in my pants is a missile
Friend of the family, I hit all the sisters
The mama love me so she hid all my pistols
Straight up

Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
It’s bunnyhop, n!Gga
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
Let me tell these n!Ggas real quick

Nah, I ain’t heard of that
I hit the beach in a furry hat
She got a guy but she purring back
I’m looking like, “Where he at?”
N!Gga, get out the way (way), that girl my bae (hey!)
Rock on my hand, nah, this ain’t dwayne (hey! Hey!)
This sh!T neon yellow like pee on it (hey! Hey!)
Going both sides yeah! You could say I’m b-I (hey! Hey!)
Got whips like slaves, the garage like, “Yee-haw”
Horses, more car keys than a piano
And one came with an umbrella like rihanna
N!Gga, let’s be honest (um), be honest
Track needed life, n!Gga, so they put me on it
Yeah! Yeah!
N!Gga, you don’t be on who be on and two (yeah!)
I got three kids
I think he just might put a sheet on it (yeah! Yeah!)
Ice so white, mother-fu*ker
You could ski on it (switch it up)
Any stone I’m in, no less than six digits
Yo, what up, stoner?
Beep go the rolls, right-side, I sit in (come on man)
Tick go the watch, it came with a dent in it
Come again
And skrrt on a plane, just me and my b!Tch in it (yo)
They was talking about a hundred million, baby
Just know it’s big business
Hands stay full with them racks like hit tennis (woo)
And no money, phone account, go get interest
Aw (aw), you got that back end from the back door
I got offered two-point-five for the last show
Last show, n!Gga
I declined ’cause the stage didn’t match my ethos
(hmm!), they know that I’m sick with it
Look playa, what you wanna do? (oh!)
Me, I don’t like violence but the guns do (oh!)
’cause that gorilla right there, he gone hunt you (oh!)
While me and my b!Tch counting stars out the sunroof (oh!)
And if you wanna flick up, I don’t want to (oh!)
And if you say “No cap,” I ain’t trust you (oh!)
N!Gga, I’m the headline, you a plus one (oh!)
I got some brand new thoughts
And a new silk scarf, and my b!Tch do too (too)
Double r talk and I got like two (two)
Turbo on that b– and it hit like zoom (zoom)
In the mirror, who that n!Gga? I’m like you (you)
Any time I do something, mother-fu*kers like, “Oof, oof”

Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out (bunnyhop, b!Tch)
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
Baudelaire, quit fu*king playing with me
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
I’ll buy one of you n!Ggas
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out (21, 21)






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