Creed Lyrics - Cash Out

[Hook] 

Feel good when your money up 

Stuffin' your pockets with hundred bucks 

I sit back and roll up the trees 

I swear that they didn't believe 

I'm sprayin' my body with Creed 

100 bitches feel the breeze 

Got the trappin' in my jeans 

Got the money in my jeans 

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[Verse 1] 

I was posted on the curbs 

These bitches gettin' on my nerves 

My shooters they ready to purge 

I did it, I whip it and serve 

Crime pay all my luxury 

[?] right next to me 

I know that you wanna stand next to me 

I know that you wantin' the recipe 

I was rollin' with extensions 

I was just rollin' through the trenches 

I was cookin' in the ditches 

Made a junkie cookin' dishes 

But you know I ain't trippin', yeah you gotta see my vision 

Yeah, they talkin' like this you gotta stand in the kitchen 

I know you niggas really wishin' 

I know you wanna catch me slippin' 

I know you wanna see me fall off 

But you see me in a new Bentley 

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[Hook] 

Feel good when your money up 

Stuffin' your pockets with hundred bucks 

I sit back and roll up the trees 

I swear that they didn't believe 

I'm sprayin' my body with Creed 

100 bitches feel the breeze 

Got the trappin' in my jeans 

Got the money in my jeans 

[Bridge] 

Got the money in my jeans 

Got the money in my jeans 

Got the money in my jeans 

Got the money in my jeans 

I'm sprayin' my body with Creed 

Know these bitches feel the breeze 

Got the trappin' in my jeans 

Got the money in my jeans 

[Verse 2: Pusha T] 

Invitation to The White House 

Cops ran in my white house 

Blowbama meets Obama 

History you can't whiteout 

Baltimore pull your bikes out 

Mafia like 3-6 

I can sell it for the 30 piece 

Cut the brick up with the remix 

They be talkin' at the [?] 

I can tell you 'bout the G6 

They can tell you when the drought come 

I can tell you when the keys hit 

Never did I own a V6 

Shit, I started in the V8 

You was cool sellin' 8Balls, my phone chirp when they need weight 

Call the lord when I need faith 

Call your bitch when I need face 

Platinum motors on the dealer tag, Ferrari wagon got knee space 

Luther Campbell, if you need bass 

Bench pressing like I free weight 

'Case the FED's wanna retrace, it was all done on my pre-paid 

Yea 

[Hook] 

Feel good when your money up 

Stuffin' your pockets with hundred bucks 

I sit back and roll up the trees 

I swear that they didn't believe 

I'm sprayin' my body with Creed 

100 bitches feel the breeze 

Got the trappin' in my jeans 

Got the money in my jeans