Cash Clay - Charlie Sheen

Off the four, I pour the lean
Prada all up on my jeans
She just wanna pop a bean
Now she wanna leave with me
She want a check like Charlie Sheen
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Huh, huh
She off the white like Charlie
I'm off the smoke like Bob Marley
Please don't get me started
I got a hundred inside this car
We never come for the party
We the ones come in and crash the party
Ice on my neck like water
Reach for this bitch and you'll turn to a target
I whip the Wraith like Charlie Sheen
When it comes to this shit, I can do what I want when I want
Niggas know they ain't fuckin' with me
Racks inside my Amiri jeans
Balencis 'round the sides of my feet
I been runnin' to this money, I can't get tired my baby gotta eat
I can't get tired, I can not get no sleep
I don't really get no sleep
I been thinkin' bout my brother, I can't get used to the RIP
When I get in my feelings I fire up a wood, this shit like therapy
This drank like therapy, I might be a therapist
I was doctor up at school, I was servin' patients, but I never had no patience
I had to get me something', I was tired of waitin'
I ain't never had time to waste
I put ice on my wrist, I might pull up late
I'm never pullin' up late to the bank
It ain't a bitch out here that I'd chase
Off the four, I pour the lean
Prada all up on my jeans
She just wanna pop a bean
Now she wanna leave with me
She want a check like Charlie Sheen
Like Charlie Sheen
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She off the white like Charlie Sheen
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I rock Off White like fuck you mean
She had to do it for the team
I only do it for the green
Cash flip green like trampoline
I got these racks all in my jeans
Yeah, they bustin' at the seams
Shoot a movie, check the scene
My stick dirty, I shoot clean
My new Sig it got a beam
It smoke you like some nicotine
Girl I know that you a fiend
I been gone off the lean
Shit ain't never as it seems
And if you don't fit my scheme, I leave you dead up on the scene
I rock Supreme and chase my dreams
This new tec came with a beam
Im ballin out just like Kareem
She want a chase like Charlie Sheen
My money talk, it make her scream
You dead and gone, like rest in peace
You get erased, fuck out my face
I press the gas, I do the race
I spray you up, this ain't no mace
I'm poppin' bottles, this some Ace
And I keep your girl in lace
She just hit me with the face
Leave you gone without a trace
Gucci all up on my case
You ain't fuckin' you replaced
Y'all ain't movin' at my pace, boy you just up in the way
Off the four, I pour the lean
Prada all up on my jeans
She just wanna pop a bean
Now she wanna leave with me
She want a check like Charlie Sheen
Like Charlie Sheen
Like Charlie Sheen
She off the white like Charlie Sheen
Like Charlie Sheen
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She off the white like Charlie Sheen
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Written by:
Joshua Davis, Xavier Thomas

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