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Official ‘Cash In Cash Out’ Lyrics By Pharrell Williams

Pharrell Williams, Tyler The Creator And 21 Savage Lyrics

Here is the official lyrics to Pharrell Williams’ new song, Cash In Cash Out, featuring Tyler The Creator and 21 Savage. Cash In Cash Out serves as another music installment for Pharrell Williams upcoming album, read the lyrics to the up-beat rap song below.

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Official Cash In Cash Out Lyrics By Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams, Tyler The Creator And 21 Savage – Cash In Cash Out Cover

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Pharrell Williams, Tyler The Creator & 21 Savage – Cash In Cash Out Lyrics

Intro: 21 Savage
Straight up

Chorus: 21 Savage
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
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out (21)

Verse 1: 21 Savage
Riding in the car with no keys (Straight up)
Louis V shirt with no sleeves (On God)
Slaughter gang, nigga, I’m repping (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
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 Vs (Straight up)
Walk in your section, you ain’t repping ’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
Held court in the streets and they gave his ass life (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 hid all my pistols (Straight up)

Chorus: 21 Savage & Tyler The Creator
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 Bunnyhop, nigga)
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out (Let me tell these niggas real quick)

Verse 2: Tyler The Creator
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 lookin’ like, “Where he at?”
Nigga, get out the way (Way), that girl my bae (Hey)
Rock on my hand, nah, this ain’t Dwayne (Hey, hey)
This shit neon yellow like pee on it (Hey, hey)
Goin’ both sides yeah, you could say I’m B-I (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 (Umm), be honest
Track needed life, nigga, so they put me on it (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, you don’t be on who be on, and 2-1 got three K’s (Yeah)
I think he just might put a sheet on it (Yeah, yeah)
Ice so white, motherfucker, you could ski on it (Switch it up)
Look, any stone I’m in, no less than six digits (Yo, what up, stoner?)
Beep go the Rolls, 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 account, go get interest
Aw (Aw), you got that back end from the back door
I got offered two-point-five for 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
Look, player, what you wanna do? (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, “Oof, Oof”

Chorus: 21 Savage & Tyler The Creator
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out (Bunnyhop, 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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