Jsc. - Cashout

We Cashout, fuck it we runnin that bag up
Like Magic, Assisting, Dishing Counting the stacks from the Bottom-Up
We gon get it back, paper go like a Frisby
You think that it's gone then it's comin back
Poof it's magic, Broke days will never rewind back
We Cashout, fuck it we runnin that bag up
Like Magic, Assisting, Dishing Counting the stacks from the Bottom-Up
We gon get it back, paper go like a Frisby
You think that it's gone then it's comin back
Poof it's magic, Broke days will never rewind back
I be in the stu all day, even when I ain in the stu all day
Thinkin bout the money that a nigga finna cashout
Could give two fucks about the clout, I just wanna hear the crowd shout
JSC stand for Jordanstayclean
Name was established at the age of 16
No doubt I was clean on the scene
That shit run in my genes
And I ain gotta rock all designer Jeans
Pull up wit some sweats on, and take ya main thang
Yall wish yall could do the same thang
Pull a bad bih that be rockin gold fangs
And suck the soul out a nigga ding-a-ling
She like bitches too, so she a yin yang
Be droppin that thang on her and her friend
That's a two piece
Got two big booty's in a one piece
Folded both of em that's a mean crease
We Cashout, fuck it we runnin that bag up
Like Magic, Assisting, Dishing Counting the stacks from the Bottom-Up
We gon get it back, paper go like a Frisby
You think that it's gone then it's comin back
Poof it's magic, Broke days will never rewind back
We Cashout, fuck it we runnin that bag up
Like Magic, Assisting, Dishing Counting the stacks from the Bottom-Up
We gon get it back, paper go like a Frisby
You think that it's gone then it's comin back
Poof it's magic, Broke days will never rewind back
Broke days will never rewind back
Shawty stuntin be rockin that all black
With that ass that be giving me heart attacks
Fuck with me cuz I'm packing and never lacking
Run up and get done up bitch aint no capping
We gon stomp the yard out like some smooth kappas
Macking and stacking up all the bitches
While runnin that bag gettin to the riches
That bread is Delicious, It make me Ambitious
Without it, it make me feel vicious I gotta go get it
You reap wha you sow and its all gon show
Cuz we all gon Cashout we all gon blow, word up

Written by:
Jordan Smalls-Chadwick

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