Feltz Artist - Cashed out (*) lyrics

(Feltz) Were rolling up the weed were on an adventure Her p**y tense, but i like it tenser I'm watching my haters, i got you on my sensor We can go one for one just like were fencers And your see me smoking on good kush Then i get handed the money like swssssssh And no worries girl if that package comes with a bush We can solve the problem its all good And please don't pa** me alcohol f** about were be out for ya'll Bally on and the f**ing tool In the rucksack like I'm of school And man i love all my b**hes But i can't lie some of them look like witches But then again thats none of your business k** the hater and the witness Errrrp ill be f**ing all my haters Errrrp then ill be in the papers Huuuh ill break your heart: hiatus The hood is what made us And if you want to f** then lets f** Cos i don't give a flying f** Make sure you pay for the rubs Don't worry ill be bring the d** Actually weed ain't a drug stop hating I think the government are mistaken Weed plants in the basement We creative making greatness Man you better know I'm spitting fire If you hate then ill pa** you the wire Your nothing but a bunch of liars Were rip your teeth out with the pliers I was born in hell I'm satan Nascar i got her heart racing No hook or copy and pasting Scrap my bars dawg i ain't wasting So f** about and you can get bodied I get p**y mouth arse in the lobby Sometimes i think the hood is dodgy Middle fingers up to the bobbys f** that b**h sick my dick Don't you stop till you swallow kids Going ham getting cheese I ain't the police but i told your b**h freeze If your the sh** I'm diareah No one in my hood, cries round here Whats that smell, i smell fear Errrrrm im outchea And you know my team were about it We got the scopes out were scouting That night life were owing I see your b**h i can hear her howling She says my dicks like a browning Money is what I'm counting Just got of the phone with my accountant Jp on the molly man he clowning I always ball call me townsend I'm about to cash out cos i pound spend When you ain't got nothing there on to the next friend My popularity going to extend And i got this b**h on the molly And i heard that you want to rob me They want to come to my property Still living in poverty Im floating where the f**s the gravity She keeps it sweat: cavity My music's free: charity And its clear: clarity And do you hate cos your b**h loves me? Well my bad for that f**ery It ain't my fault she can't get enough of me But thank f** that she ain't stuck with me And if you stand on my krepts g Ill turn konan on a yungen Just for his cash g Cos my team play dirty My swagger fresh see me wearing versace I tell that b**h I'm driving where the car key? She's in the pa**enger seat getting nasty Saying that she wants to f** me If taylor wants the swift bang better know that it be red hot And f** about your get whanged We in the building like were out to squat Ill be rolling with SWIRGANG She says F3LTZYY your amazing So lets get wasted Then she got naked I remember that p**y, i can taste it Tryna live the rags to riches Round ere snitches get stitches Body left in ditches The nina leave your body twitching Tryna get that money anyway possible People wanna watch me I'm clockable Man ill never be stoppable We leave are opps in hospitals If you from the ghetto throw your hoods up If you smoke weed throw that kush up I got that drink in my cup Cos i don't give a f** [Finished]