Pharrell Williams – Cash In Cash Out (feat. 21 Savage & Tyler, The Creator) Lyrics

Pharrell Williams – Cash In Cash Out (feat. 21 Savage & Tyler, The Creator) Lyrics
Cash In Cash Out
Pharrell Williams (feat. 21 Savage & Tyler, The Creator)
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    "Cash In Cash Out." - Pharrell Williams (feat. 21 Savage & Tyler, The Creator)

    Album: Cash In Cash Out (feat. 21 Savage & Tyler, The Creator) - Single
    Track No: 01
    Straight up
    Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
    Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
    Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
    Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
    Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
    Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
    Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out (21)
    Ridin' in the car with no keys (Straight up)
    Louis V shirt with no sleeves (On God)
    Slaughter Gang, ****, I'm reppin' (21)
    Choppa get to preachin', I'm the reverend (21)
    Call him New Era, he cappin' (Yeah)
    Them the type of **** I ain't dappin' (On God)
    When I book a show, make my back end cash-in
    21, Uncle Sam, dog, I'm taxin'
    Ridin' in the coupe and it's a sport (Yeah)
    My bodyguard look like a horse (Straight up)
    She gon' suck me up like it's a chore (On God)
    Took the LaFerrari on a tour (21)
    Buy a Richard Mille when I get bored (Bored)
    Put my sidepiece inside a Porsche (A Porsche)
    Money turned me to an asshole
    I ain't gon' lie, I was used to bein' poor (21)
    I put Chanel on my feet (And work)
    European model got Chanel on my seats
    Put me in a third world country in the middle of the slums
    I'ma turn it to a million dollar street (On Pharrell)
    Pharrell made this, so it's a million dollar beat (Straight up)
    V12 VVS, I fell in love with V's (Straight up)
    Walk in your session, you ain't rappin' 'bout nothin'
    My invoice gon' be a million dollar fee (On God)
    Hop in a Bentley and slide (And what?)
    Reach for my chain and you die (Say what?)
    You know my method, I'ma turn your shirt red, man
    Then send ya ass how high? (On God)
    Momma got a Benz, she smiled (21)
    Then she got a house, she cried (21)
    **** took the stand, he lied
    Held court in the streets and they gave his ass life (Goddamn)
    I'm gettin' bigger and bigger (And what?)
    Your pockets little than little (21)
    Put a hundred bands on your head
    Now they jumpin' up and down, playin' monkey in the middle
    She swallowed all my kids, she a bad babysitter
    Kim-Jong-Un in my pants, is a missile
    Friend of the family, I hit all the sisters
    The momma love me, so she hid all my pistols (Straight up)
    Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
    Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
    Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
    Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
    Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
    Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
    Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
    Nah, I ain't heard of that
    I hit the beach in a furry hat
    She got a guy, but she purrin' back
    I'm lookin' like, "Where he at?"
    ****, get out the way, that girl my bae
    Rock on my hand, nah, this ain't Dwayne
    This shit neon, yellow like pee on it
    On both sides, yeah, you can say I'm b-i
    Got whips like slaves, the garage like yee-haw
    Horses, more car keys than a piano
    One came with an umbrella like Rihanna
    ****, let's be honest, I'm beyond
    This track needed life, ****, so they put me on it
    ****, you don't be on what we on
    And 21 got three Ks
    I think he just might put a sheet on it
    Ice so white, muhfucka, you could ski on it, look
    Any stone I'm in, no less than six digits
    Beep go the Rolls, right side, I sit in it
    Tick go the watch, it came with a dent in it
    And skrrt go the plane, just me and my bitch in it
    They was talkin' 'bout 100 million, baby
    Just know it was big business
    Hand stay full with them racks like hit tennis
    And no money, phone account, go get interest
    Aww, you got that back end from that back door
    I got offered 2.5 for the last show
    I declined 'cause the stage didn't match my ethos
    Mmm, they know that I'm sick with it
    Look, playa, what you wanna do?
    Me, I don't like violence, but the guns do
    'Cause that gorilla right there, he gon' hunt you
    While me and my bitch countin' stars out the sun roof
    And if you wanna flick up, I don't want to
    And if you say no cap, I can't trust you
    ****, I'm the headline, you a plus one
    I got some brand new thoughts and a new silk scarf
    And my bitch do too
    Double R talk and I got like two
    Turbo in that bitch and it hit like zoom
    In the mirror, who dat ****? I'm like you
    Anytime I do somethin', muhfuckas like oof, oof
    Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
    Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
    Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
    Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
    Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
    Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
    Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
    21, 21

    Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph & Tyler Okonma.

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