Ca$h Tre - Outside (feat. Rstles$)

I was just hanging outside, they fucked around and let me in it
Watching my back when I ride, that five percent, my windows tinted
I go speak my mind like Kanye then I'll let you finish
I got to that pie and now they want a lil percentage
Baby, I can't do no gimmicks
All my haters dingy
And I can't do no cheap hoes, I boujee out my bitches
Out the mud now, can you dig it?
Drop the pin and I'ma split it
And I need my next bitch to have cake, yeah, I'm wishing
Uh, Uh
Show her the guala, she popping regardless
I'm balling like Harden, keep a rocket in case
Money today, I count it tomorrow, I lie to your honor
I'm beating the case
Jit in the paint and he got sprayed
I don't give a fuck if she got a bae
Can't see me but I got face
Smoking moon rock when I need Space
I don't want her number but I want digits (Yeah)
Pray to God that I stop sinning (Yeah)
Smoke a J then I get jiggy
Give a fuck bout how you feeling (Yeah)
Lil Wayne, I ain't got no ceiling
Bro charge, they gotta appeal it
These rat ass niggas be squealing
Tie ya shoes, don't get caught slipping
I got her singing on the weekend like a Starboy (Yessir)
That little bitch gon pop a perc like an Altoid (That perc)
Hit an opp in his own hood, that's uncalled for
Yeah, you got a cool lil whip but you ain't bought yours
Baby, I used to ride the metro, now the business boomin'
Shawty all on my line like, "Who that hoe?", I said I'm clueless
Heard them niggas saying that they made me, told 'em prove it
Me and all the guys just took the lead, so now we cruising
I was just hanging outside, they fucked around and let me in it
Watching my back when I ride, that five percent, my windows tinted
I go speak my mind like Kanye then I'll let you finish
I got to that pie and now they want a lil percentage
Baby, I can't do no gimmicks
All my haters dingy
And I can't do no cheap hoes, I boujee out my bitches
Out the mud now, can you dig it?
Drop the pin and I'ma split it
And I need my next bitch to have cake, yeah, I'm wishing
Uh, Uh (Let's Go!)
Don't give a fuck like I'm Ye
Finna build an empire like Jay
The other day, I was watching the throne
Now I'm all up in the game
Quit commentating, go get you some pay
Got me a check, ran through it
Ran it back up, no, I ain't foolish
Could've been up, lil nigga you blew it, ugh
I might just move out to Panama, these niggas losers (These niggas lame)
Yeah, TrèBan like Steve Kerr, he stay with the shooters
Yeah, got a chip on my shoulder, I just went and hit up my jeweler
I hit your hoe then I went to Bermuda
Kicking shit, you can call me Thomas Muller
You can put all yo new shit in the sewer
Yo momma saw me, she turned to a cougar
Put yo drank on me, you know that I'm cooler
Do this shit for the free bands in the future
Oklahoma, I need my money sooner
Desperate measures, I need me a ruler
If I'm doing something, that shit gon be super
We gon be up in a minute, hmm
I was just hanging outside, they fucked around and let me in it
Watching my back when I ride, that five percent, my windows tinted
I go speak my mind like Kanye then I'll let you finish
I got to that pie and now they want a lil percentage
Baby, I can't do no gimmicks
All my haters dingy
And I can't do no cheap hoes, I boujee out my bitches
Out the mud now, can you dig it?
Drop the pin and I'ma split it
And I need my next bitch to have cake, yeah, I'm wishing

Written by:
Giovanni Castillo, Tre' Thompson

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