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Pharrell Willams, 21 Savage & T

The document is a song lyric that repeatedly references cashing in and cashing out money. It describes lavish purchases of cars, clothes, and houses and references violence. The lyric focuses on wealth, materialism, and a criminal lifestyle.

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Pharrell Willams, 21 Savage & T

The document is a song lyric that repeatedly references cashing in and cashing out money. It describes lavish purchases of cars, clothes, and houses and references violence. The lyric focuses on wealth, materialism, and a criminal lifestyle.

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Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash

out Cash
out, cash out, cash out, cash out Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out Cash in,
cash out, cash in, cash out Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out (21) Riding in
the car with no keys (straight up) Louis V shirt with no sleeves (on God) Slaughter
gang, nigga, I′m rep'ing (21) Chopper get to preaching, I′m the reverend (21) Call
him New Era, he capping (yeah) Them the type of niggas I ain't dapping (on God)
When I book a show, make my backend cashing 21, Uncle Sam, dawg, I'm taxing Riding
in the coupe and it′s a sport (yeah) My bodyguard look like a horse (straight up)
She gon′ suck me up like it's a chore (on God) Took the La Ferrari on a tour (21)
Buy a Richard Mill′ when I get bored (bored) Put my sidepiece inside a Porsche (a
Porschе) Money turned me to a assholе I ain't gon′ lie, I was used to being poor
(21) I put Chanel on my feet A European model got Chanel on my seats Put me in a
third-world country in the middle of the slums I'ma turn it to a million-dollar
street (oh, for real) Pharrell made this, so it′s a million-dollar beat (straight
up) V12 VVS, I fell in love with heat (straight up) Walk in your section, you ain't
rep'ing ′bout nothing My invoice gon′ be a million-dollar fee (on God) Hop in a
Bentley and slide (and what?) Reach for my chain and you die (say what?) You know
my method, I'ma turn your shirt red, man Then see your ass out high (on God) Mama
got a Benz, she smiled (21) Then she got a house, she cried (21) Nigga took the
stand, he lied Hell court in the streets and they gave his ass lies (goddamn) I′m
getting bigger and bigger (and what?) Your pockets littler than little (21) Put a
hundred bands on your head Now they jumping up and down playing monkey in the
middle She swallow all my kids, she a bad babysitter Kim Jong-Un, in my pants is a
missile Friend of the family, I hit all the sisters The mama love me, so she hit
all my pistols (straight up) Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out Cash in, cash
out, cash in, cash out Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out Cash out, cash out,
cash out, cash out Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out Cash in, cash out, cash in,
cash out (it's bunny hop, nigga) Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out (let me
tell these niggas real quick) Nah, I ain′t heard of that I hit the beach in a furry
hat She got a guy but she purring back I'm looking like, "Where he at?" Nigga, get
out the way (way), that girl my hay (hey) Rock on my hand, nah, this ain′t Dwayne
(hey, hey) This shit neon yellow like pee on it (hey, hey) On both sides, yeah, you
could say I'm beyond it (hey, hey) Got whips like slaves, the garage like, "Yee-
haw" Horses, more car keys than a piano And one came with an umbrella like Rihanna
Nigga, let's be honest (um), be honest Track needed life, nigga, so they put me on
it (yeah, yeah) Nigga, you don′t be on who be on and two (yeah) I got three kids, I
think he just might put a sheet on it (yeah, yeah) Ice so white, motherfucker, you
could ski on it (switch it up) Any stone I′m in, no less than six digits (yo, what
up, stoner?) Peep through the wolves, right-side, I sit in (come on man) Tick go
the watch, it came with a dent in it (come again) And skrrt on a plane, just me and
my bitch in it (yo) (They was talking 'bout a hundred million, baby) Just know it′s
big business Hands stay full with them racks like hit tennis (woo) And no money
phone, the account go get interest Aw (aw), you got that backing from the backdoor
I got off of two-point-five from the last show (last show, nigga) I declined 'cause
the stage didn′t match my ethos (Hmm) they know that I'm sick with it Quit playing
with you, hundo (ooh) Me, I don′t like violence but the guns do (ooh) 'Cause that
gorilla right there, he gon' hunt you (ooh) While me and my bitch counting stars
out the sunroof (ooh) And if you wanna flick up, I don′t want to (ooh) And if you
say "No cap," I ain′t trust you (ooh) Nigga, I'm the headline, you a plus one (ooh)
I got some brand new thoughts And a new silk scarf, and my bitch do too (too)
Double R talk and I got like two (two) Turbo on that bitch and it hit like zoom
(zoom) In the mirror, who that nigga? I′m like you (you) Any time I do something,
motherfuckers like, "Woof, woof" Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out Cash in, cash
out, cash in, cash out (bunny hop, bitch) Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
(Baudelaire, quit fucking playing with me) Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
(I'll buy one of you niggas) Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out Cash in, cash
out, cash in, cash out Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out (21, 21)

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