Testo You Know - Ca$h Out

Testo della canzone You Know (Ca$h Out), tratta dall'album It's My Time

And I been get money so what the fuck you saying?
All white bricks stay wrapped up in ...
That Rarri sitting at the red light
Jewel shinning hard... these bitches...
You know I ball, you know what's in my wall
You know what's in my safe, you know what's on my waist
You know what's in my whip, you know she ain't gonna trip
We was in the hood, but now we taking trips,
And I been get money so what the fuck you saying?
All white bricks stay wrapped up in ...
That Rarri sitting at the red light
Jewel shinning hard, these bitches... my name, the headlight
You know I ball, you know what's in my wall
You know what's in my safe, you know what's on my waist
You know what's in my whip, you know she ain't gonna trip
We was in the hood, but now we taking trips,
Let me show my muscle, I'm flexin on your niggas
If I lift it up boy, I ain't flexin on you niggas
No, plugging not no moving, no saucer
I ain't lying boy, they really been in them sofas
Let a player coach you, you can't coach a player
I take your hope from you cause I'm so player
She said, he said he been in the ...get your deal nigga
I swear I got these bitches, gettin nasty
And don't come around me, if you ain't fucking classy
And that pussy I'm gonna murder it
And I been get money so what the fuck you saying?
All white bricks stay wrapped up in ...
That Rarri sitting at the red light
Jewel shinning hard, these bitches... my name, the headlight
You know I ball, you know what's in my wall
You know what's in my safe, you know what's on my waist
You know what's in my whip, you know she ain't gonna trip
We was in the hood, but now we taking trips,
And I been feel... these cuddy niggas snitching
Boy I ain't flexing, you can put me in the kitchen
I'ma cook it up, I'ma break it down
Pass it out, and I set them pounds
Keep 1000 rounds for all you bitch niggas
Got a lot of grapes, so pick your dish nigga
Your club will ...when ...
And they be roofless, could be here for body counts
50 cal on me make your body bounce
nick to an ounce, ounce to a half, half to a brick house
Through with them bitches, tell them get out
And it's mob and that's without a doubt
And I been get money so what the fuck you saying?
All white bricks stay wrapped up in ...
That Rarri sitting at the red light
Jewel shinning hard, these bitches... my name, the headlight
You know I ball, you know what's in my wall
You know what's in my safe, you know what's on my waist
You know what's in my whip, you know she ain't gonna trip
We was in the hood, but now we taking trips.



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Writer(s): Gary Rafael Hill, Johnmichael Hakeem Gibson
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