Lyrics

Cash out, cash out They call me young patty cake, they love me cause the money be flipping I took that bitch to my tour bus and then my dick, she licked it I'm lifting the money up like dumbbells, I treat it like physics These niggas my children, they copy my style, you gotta be kidding I copped the car off the dealership, it came with a ribbon I'm Devin Booker with the bitch, she tried to cuff, I shook her She thinking Ruth's Chris, but it's Mickey-Ds is where I took her I'm feeling like I'm Malcolm X, shoutout to my Muslims Mm, chains dance, book him You know the P shook him Zipped out looking for your hoes, boy the P took 'em Mm, smilin', Colgate Shit a cold case I'm just tryna stay up out of jail and a hoe face I'm just tryna stay dripped in that shit and get some more cake You know how we play, got more game than EA That boy there is a cheapskate, I do shit the P way I sell shit like Ebay On to Philly like I'm Freeway I can see my hood from the PJs Old school trappin', I'm trappin' in Like hold my squad, nigga give 'em a replay
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