Ca$h Out (Cash Out) - Creed lyrics

[Hook] Feel good when your money up Stuffin’ your pockets with hundred bucks I sit back and roll up the trees I swear that they didn’t believe I’m sprayin’ my body with Creed 100 b**hes feel the breeze Got the trappin’ in my jeans Got the money in my jeans [Verse 1] I was posted on the curbs These b**hes gettin’ on my nerves My shooters they ready to purge I did it, I whip it and serve Crime pay all my luxury [?] right next to me I know that you wanna stand next to me I know that you wantin’ the recipe I was rollin’ with extensions I was just rollin’ through the trenches I was cookin’ in the ditches Made a junkie cookin’ dishes But you know I ain’t trippin’, yeah you gotta see my vision Yeah, they talkin’ like this you gotta stand in the kitchen I know you n***as really wishin’ I know you wanna catch me slippin’ I know you wanna see me fall off But you see me in a new Bentley [Hook] Feel good when your money up Stuffin’ your pockets with hundred bucks I sit back and roll up the trees I swear that they didn’t believe I’m sprayin’ my body with Creed 100 b**hes feel the breeze Got the trappin’ in my jeans Got the money in my jeans [Bridge] Got the money in my jeans Got the money in my jeans Got the money in my jeans Got the money in my jeans I’m sprayin’ my body with Creed Know these b**hes feel the breeze Got the trappin’ in my jeans Got the money in my jeans [Verse 2: Pusha T] Invitation to The White House Cops ran in my white house Blowbama meets Obama History you can’t whiteout Baltimore pull your bikes out Mafia like 3-6 I can sell it for the 30 piece Cut the brick up with the remix They be talkin’ at the [?] I can tell you ’bout the G6 They can tell you when the drought come I can tell you when the keys hit Never did I own a V6 sh**, I started in the V8 You was cool sellin’ 8Balls, my phone chirp when they need weight Call the lord when I need faith Call your b**h when I need face Platinum motors on the dealer tag, Ferrari wagon got knee space Luther Campbell, if you need ba** Bench pressing like I free weight ‘Case the FED’s wanna retrace, it was all done on my pre-paid Yea [Hook] Feel good when your money up Stuffin’ your pockets with hundred bucks I sit back and roll up the trees I swear that they didn’t believe I’m sprayin’ my body with Creed 100 b**hes feel the breeze Got the trappin’ in my jeans Got the money in my jeans