Lil Wayne - Cashed Out lyrics

f** n***a My blunt bigger than these lil n***as Keep stuntin with your b**h a** You'll get jacked and Jilled, n***a f** wrong with these sissy n***as' I'm smoking that Bill Bixby n***a I'm spendin money, spendin money Ben Franklin dizzy n***a! Your b**h on my dick, I told her I was busy She say 'Wayne on me, Wayne on me' cause yo a** need drizzlin That p**y came gift-wrapped, bow and a ribbon And if she bounce that a** then I'm dribblin That p**y so wet, it turned into a Gremlin There's only one me, ain't no equivalent She give me brain, brain like trivia I got a black b**h and a red b**h I call them hoes Aunt Vivian Chopper knock your face off Black shades, Ray Charles I be k**ing young hoes I got your ho up in my graveyard I ain't working with a full deck But I pull out that Ace card She grab that dick with 2 hands Like she about to pray for it Clips hanging, no curfew f** you and who birthed you I'm shining like church shoes Birdman Jr., y'all birdfood I'm bout it.. I said I'm about to cum She opened her mouth, water fountain When I'm on the scene I'm on that lean b**h, I'm drowsy Man, I'm so high I don't know what I'm laughing about I got bars, n***a And it's happy hour! Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas Riding around with a b**h named Molly and she on Molly ' ha! b**h I put my foot in your a**, karate Man these n***as can't see me like a diary Smoke that weed, let's get irie n***a shut up, that b**h got a silencer Top of the gun there is a scope I close one eye, I look like a pirate, f** it! Truckfit my b**h up, Tunechi leave big nuts I'm getting my dick s**ed I blow weed like it's dust! Spacehead, love p**y, hate feds Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider Told her drive it like it got 8 legs I'm a made n***a, Machiavelli That Mack-11 necessary I'm a hard head, I pop the cherry No p**y no rats, no Tom and Jerry They say your friends are your enemies' Well, my friends are imaginary I'm the motherf**in resolution like the 1st of January My ride cold and my b**h hot I'm tired as hell but my dick not I don't gas no b**h, no pitstop Smoke Barney and Baby Bop! Y'all n***as act like lady cops My n***as smoke like coffee shops That's syrup gang, wafflehouse Gunfight, I'll knock you out My b**h titties is poppin out We poppin up and we get it poppin Mask on, gloves on Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin out Like Nicki's a** Smoking on that sticky bag Weezy F, I'm big and bad Small feet, but I kick your a** I'm the trigger man, that shooting star Eat that p**y like caviar She treat that dick just like a straw How you like them apples, Microsoft' Now wipe it off, I do Liv on Sundays, church! Step off in that motherf**er fresher than some Certs Uuh! Who the f** is Stevie J' I got the ball, playing keepaway Kidnap your a**, k** your a** Then hide your a** like an Easter Egg! It's Hollygrove to my d**hbed Just make sure my pillow's fluffed Hit a n***a with a million shots What you call that' A million bucks Good weed, we pa** around Money talks, mine got a nasty mouth It's Young Money, Cash Money Til the motherf**in' day I'm Cashin Out!