Cashin' Out (Freestyle)

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Ridin’ ‘round with my chopper

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The hustler

I go by the name of Jag

Let’s go!

Hook:

Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper

Keep the dutch full of cush and keep a cup full of vodka

My closet got more snicks than a fallaka

And every day I stub my face with steak and lobsters

Got a kilo on my wrist bitch I’m cashin’ out

Got a kilo on my neck yes I’m cashin’ out

Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper

Keep the dutch full of cush and keep a cup full of vodka

I’m high that’s why I’ll be in my zone

Grams of that grams daddy I’ll be getting stone

This chicks are Mmm, daddy why you never call my phone?

Don’t you kids got a damn daddy bitch leave me alone

I’m tryna hear your problems, I’ve got problems of my own

Like necessarily Siroccin’ make some mollys with patron

If you fuck the first night and I might probably take you home

And if you swallow in the pipe then you could probly get a loan

You could owe me but you gotta blow me like a saxophone

’Cause you wasn’t with me rappin on that microphone

Bitch, you need a lot but you don’t think a lot

’Cause you drink a lot and smoke weed a lot

But I can tell you don’t read a lot

’Cause you’re talking stupid you need to stop

Just call me when you need the cop

And I’ll call you when I’ll need to pop

I need the guap so I need a chick

Don’t need shit she just need the dick

The weed get lit so I’m passing on

But you about to put the classic out

I’m spazzing out, ain’t never haz been

Another has been, I get the cash in so I’m cashin’ out

Hook:

Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper

Keep the dutch full of cush and keep a cup full of vodka

My closet got more snicks than a fallaka

And every day I stub my face with steak and lobsters

Got a kilo on my wrist bitch I’m cashin’ out

Got a kilo on my neck yes I’m cashin’ out

Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper

Keep the dutch full of cush and keep a cup full of vodka

Louie’s got the grams but still we gotta heat ‘em

I’mma pill it if you say that I’mma deal your wrist watch

I’mma chill it, I’mma make you niggas feel it

If it’s lookin’, I’mma grill it, told you niggas I’mma kill it

Jag keep it real, chubby pocket swole up

The whole know as soon as we roll up

I’m like roll up, a ho hold up

Cuz these bitches out tonight, they know us

They lean on me, they, they called up

They stand around cuz we pulled up

I’m turnt up like so what

She movin fast but I slow like

She loose loose, fat open like Bruce Bruce

Fuck nearly she asked out

Cuz we rackin’ up and we cashed out

Chubby

Hook:

Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper

Keep the dutch full of cush and keep a cup full of vodka

My closet got more snicks than a fallaka

And every day I stub my face with steak and lobsters

Got a kilo on my wrist bitch I’m cashin’ out

Got a kilo on my neck yes I’m cashin’ out

Got a thousand grams so I ride around with my chopper

Keep the dutch full of cush and keep a cup full of vodka

Yea, Cassie the hustla

Chubby Jag, Lawson family

Ayo I went to the club and I’ve seen niggas go crazy off this record right here

But you got two types of people

You have people that just like to dance and have fun

But then you’ve got some people that like to hear lyrics

Hear bass and hear punchlines and shit like that

So now you’ve got the best of both worlds

You’ve got a record that you can dance and have fun to

And you’ve got a record that niggas jumped on and bought it

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