Remy Boyz - Cashout lyrics

[Intro: Fetty Wap] Remy Boyz Monty, P-Dice, ZooWap, the big three Ay, squad sh** only, n***a Pyurhell, RGF, Remy Boyz, squad ZooWap! [Verse 1: Fetty Wap] How you gunna beef with the shooter? What, you tryna get hit or something? Ugly a** b**h better sit down Now, you tryna throw a diss or something? Said you got n***as tryna get me Like they don't show me where you live or something Like I won't run up in your sh** or something And make sure everybody hit or something Look, I be in the trap making flips or something How you getting money? You ain't flipping nothing f** boy hating ain't getting nothing This motherf**ing forty shot the hit or something Look, n***as screaming Wap like I'm missing something No money getting n***as, you ain't spending nothing n***as screaming Wap like I'm missing something No money getting n***as, you ain't spending nothing Back in the box though, Zoowap with the Wap flow My dick in her tonsils, she s** it and swallow Back in the box though, ZooWap with the Wap flow My dick in her tonsils, she s** it and swallow [Hook: P-Dice] Everybody talking ‘bout us Yeah, that's the way it sounding (way it sounding) Yeah, I know you lil n***as fly But, we they favorite pilots (favorite pilots) I just finished cooking up some sh** And I ain't even turn on the palette (turn on the palette) I just finished cooking up some sh** And I ain't even turn on the palette Cashing, that's all that I do I cannot play with you lames Your bms get wild with the crew But, n***a, I ain't saying no names Cashing, that's all that I do I cannot play with you lames Your bms get wild with the crew But, n***a, I ain't saying no names, let's go [Verse 2: P-Dice] I'm with your babymother, she said she heard that I'm crazy So I give her crazy loving Usually I be bugging, when it come to throwing fetty Baby, I think nothing of it I just wanna climb and you cannot be in my future Baby, I'm just being honest Obviously I'm shining, see you looking at my Muller Man, just ask me what the time is I probly say it's time to win yo Time to hit these moitherf**ers where they live Now, you wanna be friends yo And tryna start, why the f** would you begin? I be flowing different with it chilling in my whip It's tinted and I got the smith'n in it I got that machine gun homie If your team come, it go ridididididit You ain't a ho so what the f** you looking at me for lil n***a? If I wanted your opinion, I'd ask you for it lil n***a You and your homies joke and play all day, all bunch of lil n***as No matter how much bread you make, you always gon be a lil n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Montana Bucks] I'm in the bm with your bm from the am to the pm Told her hit me in my dm, you was coming, I was leaving I'm in the bm with your bm from the am to the pm Told her hit me in my dm, you was coming, I was leaving [Hook]