Cash In Cash Out Lyrics
[Intro: 21 Savage]
Straight up
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
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)
[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Ridin' in the car with no keys (Straight up)
Louis V shirt with no sleeves (On God)
Slaughter gang, nigga, I'm reppin' (21)
Chopper get to preachin', I'm the reverend (21)
Call him New Era, he cappin' (Yeah)
Them the type of niggas I ain't dappin' (On God)
When I book a show, make my backend cashin'
21, Uncle Sam, dawg, I'm taxin'
Ridin' in the coupe and it's a sport (Yeah)
My bodyguard look like a horse (Straight up)
She gon' 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 assholе
I ain't gon' 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
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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 reppin' 'bout nothin'
My invoice gon' 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 ass out high (On God)
Mama got a Benz, she smiled (21)
Then she got a house, she cried (21)
Nigga took the stand, he lied
Held court in the streets and they gave his ass life (Goddamn)
I'm gettin' bigger and bigger (And what?)
Your pockets littler than little (21)
Put a hundred bands on your head
Now they jumpin' up and down playin' 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)
[Chorus: 21 Savage & Tyler, The Creator]
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, nigga)
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out (Let me tell these niggas real quick)
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