Juice WRLD, G Herbo - Ca$h Out lyrics

Start over folk (What?)
I was finna just get up out of here on folks
(But- right)
Hold on, I had to tweak, we had to tweak
We got black on this motherfucker
Alright, okay,  okay,  here we go
Blackin' out you go first
Alright huh
Ayy, KBeaZy,  you fye'd up
Yeah, uh huh, yeah

Umm, ride around with that Nina, like
Cash out (yeah)
And on my wrist is a glasshouse (yeah)
Smoking pasto 'til I pass out (yeah)
Told Swerve that we gotta blackout (yeah)
So, bitch I'ma black out (yeah) ayy, Herb
Should I get that new Ferrari or not?
Yeah, go ahead, crash-out (Skrrt)
They mad, we all the way turnt up (Why?)
Like fuck is you Roscoe Dash now? (yeah)


And the label is mad we
Taking the money from them
Fuck is you Dame Dash now? (Prolly)
I don't even got my license, but fuck it
I'm doing the dash now (yeah)
I'm busy recording, but my shorty horny
I walk in the room and her ass out
(Come here)

Ayy, Juice, what you say about pasto?
Put his lil' dirty ass out
This shit like five a bag now
I'm smokin' ZaZa 'til I pass out
These broke ass niggas so funny
Like "Haha"
Take a look at 'em, I laugh out
I be dripping G-Fazos
Balenci' so much I can't even bring
None of the Raf out
Now, I ain't ever fuck no junkie (No)
But I got some top in the crack house (Oh)
She goin' so long I tapped out
Did my lil' thing then I blacked-out
And I'm in Bali right now
But it ain't none to bring the 'Raq out
We did our thing, went out on a lick
We just thought about Lil' Rock
And then zapped out
Billion dollar schemes all mapped out
Six 'Lac trucks all blacked-out
We in it to win, we spinning the Ben'
My nigga, this ain't nothing to act 'bout
Jumped in, I couldn't swim, but I grew a fin
Now I don't give a fuck, nigga, back out
I'm sober again, but give Juice a ten
And he probably bring you some Act' out
(Ayy, ayy)

Umm, ride around with that Nina, like
Cash out (yeah)
And on my wrist is a glasshouse (yeah)
Smoking pasto 'til I pass out (yeah)
Told Swerve that we gotta blackout (yeah)
So, bitch I'ma black out (yeah) ayy, Herb
Should I get that new Ferrari or not?
Yeah, go ahead, crash-out (Skrrt)
They mad, we all the way turnt up (Why?)
Like, fuck, is you Roscoe Dash now? (yeah)
And the label is mad we
Taking the money from them
Fuck, is you Dame Dash now? (Prolly)
I don't even got my license, but fuck it
I'm doing the dash now (yeah)
I'm busy recording, but my shorty horny
I walk in the room and her ass out
(Come here)

Smoking on KD pack (Dawg)
Like a sick dog, they put his ass down
(Bitch)
But them niggas is pussies, they cats now
(Pussies)
They get beat like a thief if they act out
(yeah)
Turn the studio into a crackhouse (yeah)
The computer's the kitchen
The mic is a dish
The coke getting cut in the background (yeah)
I feel like I'm El Chapo
When it come to music
I got me a couple of plaques now (yeah)
Comin' out the MAC, it's a gun sound (Hey)
Sittin' on my wrist, it's a bust down (Hey)
Put 30 in the clip, take a opp to the face
Put that price on your head
They'll be coming your way
While they hunting you down
Me and bae on a date
Ayy, I got the shrooms with the steak
Pockets just like my belly, I already ate
Ayy, talkin' tough ain't okay
Sealed your fate, make a nigga relocate
Ayy, I put the 45 to
His face, need everything, he said A-OK
Ayy, niggas get scared when
You up them sticks
Used to hit stains, get Schwifty like Rick
Yeah, I'm with the love of my life right now
Back in the day, probably bust on your bitch

Umm, ride around with that Nina, like
Cash out (yeah)
And on my wrist is a glasshouse (yeah)
Smoking pasto 'til I pass out (yeah)
Told Swerve that we gotta blackout (yeah)
So, bitch, I'ma black out (yeah) ayy, Herb
Should I get that new Ferrari or not?
Yeah, go ahead, crash-out (Skrrt)
They mad, we all the way turnt up (Why?)
Like fuck is you Roscoe Dash now? (yeah)
And the label is mad we
Taking the money from them
Fuck is you Dame Dash now? (Prolly)
I don't even got my license, but fuck it
I'm doing the dash now (yeah)
I'm busy recording, but my shorty horny
I walk in the room and her ass out
(Come here)