song by Nefew
Cash Out lyrics

Yeah
Man, I'm finally go out for these wins
Where the fuck have you been?
We out here getting shuts clear
Got a lot more comments till the next year
I belong at the top line ??
Take it from the gold like cashmere
You don't try to see me, that's a bad idea
Gold dollar, I'm the new Fred Astaire
I'm flexin' on, fuck boys like body builders that trap souls
So you're probably builders
Some down down with the new wave
I still texting on two ways
I never had to spend two grans on a bitch
Hope she land on my dick
Man, she just offend of this shit
So she let me handle that pig
I'm rockin' my shit straight out the runaway
Knew I was gonna get it someday
And I ain't even went to church on Sunday
Still had it first like ordered on ??
Oh, man, this was the plan all along
Y'all just too late to the party
So tryina catch up
But what else going on?

I wake up, cash out, turn up, pass out (everyday)
I wake up, cash out, turn up, pass out (everyday)
I wake up, cash out, turn up, pass out (everyday)
I wake up, cash out, turn up, pass out (everyday)