Warhol.SS, MoneyMarr - Cash Out lyrics

I hit the bank, cash out
Get in her homie, she pokin' her ass out
Swerve in the Lambo, hide by the crash out
Put the foreign in reverse and I back out
Big racks, act out
Deuce in the Faygo, I’m bout to pass out
ATM 'round here so I gotta max out
Dope in the knapsack, work in the traphouse

It's too much gas in the air
Sippin’ on Wock, ain't no
Box, I can't breathe, uh
Nigga reach for my chain, yeah, I dare
I whip out the Glock, hit his heart
Make him bleed got these niggas
They mad 'cause I get to the cheese
Now they all in my face 'cause
I got to the green, bitch
Every day lookin' cozy
Them racks in my jeans
In the trap with the pack
Got the Glock on my spleen

I see too many niggas tryna be on the team
If you play with it
Burn that nigga whip again
Got a Glock on the seat
Hoppin' out in Supreme
Mix up the Balmain with the Rick Owen jeans
Yeah i'm hot, I need a fan
These niggas be hatin’ but I know they fans
When I’m steppin' in Prada
Don’t fuck with the Vans
The thirty clip on me, ain't usin' no hands
Uh

Choppers, Dracos, pipes
I'ma walk down, caught an opp at the light
Step in Dolce Gabbana, my drip looking right
In the trap with them cutters
Ain’t totin' no knife
Everybody keep saying, "Marr
What you gon' do?"
I can't fuck with these niggas
These niggas be fu'
And I got a bad bitch who
Can't fuck 'cause she rude
Put that bitch in Chanel
She got stuck like some glue

Yeah, it's up, huh
Burning more gas than a pump
If he come down that one-way
That boy out of luck
I ain't keepin' out, ho, I just
Came here to bust, yeah, yeah
If I'ma shoot, I aim, don't pop in the air
Just fucked up them Ones
Had to go buy a new pair
If you ain't check in
You wonder why you here
Beat on a ho with a ho, come see that

Nigga beat down your block
Got you screamin' out, wonder
And your bitch wanna fuck with the kid
She a gunner
Got a big AR and that bitch get to drummin'
I just walked out the bank
Countin' twenties and hundreds
Ran off on the plug
Now they call me a runner
I'ma flex on the opps
They gon' call me a stunner
And my trap get to jumpin'
They call me the pumper
I'm in here with the fifth
Bullets hit 'em, they thumpin', ooh

I hit the bank, cash out
Get in her homie, she pokin' her ass out
Swerve in the Lambo, hide by the crash out
Put the foreign in reverse and I back out
Big racks, act out
Deuce in the Faygo, I'm bout to pass out
ATM 'round here so I gotta max out
Dope in the knapsack, work in the traphouse