Featuring: French Montana
Songwriter: C Gutta French Montana Ca$h Out
Producer: C Gutta
[Intro]
Oh, Cash Out
Whatever I Want
They give me whatever
He give me whatever I want
[Hook]
Your bitch, she give me whatever I want
My club, he give me whatever I want
When it comes to the mall, I'm gettin whatever I want
When it comes to clips, we shooting whatever you want ooh
[Verse 1]
Fuck you pay me, it's on my hat
What's on my waist? you know it's the strap
Cop on my shirt, your bitch gon work
And I go bizerk, when I'm spittin on these verses
I'm killin shit these niggas better call a hurst quick
I'm so sick, my wrist sick, I spit bricks
I pop shit, but I show shit when I pop shit yeah
You pop shit just pop shit and I pop shit
[Hook]
[Bridge]
And I swear my kicks cost a do wop
And I swear my wrist costs a half block
And I swear I'll put a whole brick on your head
And I swear I ain't never talkin to the Feds
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Big blocks I swear, I cashed out I swear
So tight with this bread nigga, but these bullets I share
I got dubs under that V, I will Dre beats your broad
I got blood under my feet, I got plane seats in my car
I get a hundred bricks on my arm, I got a hundred stacks in my charm
Make it rain, sin city
I spend hundred bands on that storm
Now don't fuck around with that cold boy now
Young blood on that dough boy now
Came up off that dough boy block
Straight up to that billboad spot
[Hook + Bridge]
Oh, Cash Out
Whatever I Want
They give me whatever
He give me whatever I want
[Hook]
Your bitch, she give me whatever I want
My club, he give me whatever I want
When it comes to the mall, I'm gettin whatever I want
When it comes to clips, we shooting whatever you want ooh
[Verse 1]
Fuck you pay me, it's on my hat
What's on my waist? you know it's the strap
Cop on my shirt, your bitch gon work
And I go bizerk, when I'm spittin on these verses
I'm killin shit these niggas better call a hurst quick
I'm so sick, my wrist sick, I spit bricks
I pop shit, but I show shit when I pop shit yeah
You pop shit just pop shit and I pop shit
[Hook]
[Bridge]
And I swear my kicks cost a do wop
And I swear my wrist costs a half block
And I swear I'll put a whole brick on your head
And I swear I ain't never talkin to the Feds
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Big blocks I swear, I cashed out I swear
So tight with this bread nigga, but these bullets I share
I got dubs under that V, I will Dre beats your broad
I got blood under my feet, I got plane seats in my car
I get a hundred bricks on my arm, I got a hundred stacks in my charm
Make it rain, sin city
I spend hundred bands on that storm
Now don't fuck around with that cold boy now
Young blood on that dough boy now
Came up off that dough boy block
Straight up to that billboad spot
[Hook + Bridge]
more tracks from the album
From the album
- Keisha (2012)
Ca$h Out popular songs
- Let’s Get It (Remix)
- She Twerkin (Remix)
- Hold Up
- Another Country
- Mexico
- Stunt On Ya Haters
- Cashin Out (Remix)
- Loyalty
- Ran Up A Check
- The Curb
- I Got It
- Go Get That Doe
- Why You Do That
- Whatever I Want
- Mexico (Remix)
- I’m Sorry
- Cookin’ It Up
- Juice (Remix)
- M.O.E. (Remix)
- They At My Door
- Aye Migo
- Boston George
- Hard to Breathe
- Creed