Lyrics Cash Out - Exclusive

D, Do this one for you man
You say Exclusive
Say a word man, I gotchu
And I land up in your city, my bitch is exclusive
At the top floor suite, made me exclusive
Ain't no used to rolling your weed, if that ain't exclusive
Ain't nobody toppin me, yeah I'm so exclusive
My money get old, call me Frank Zappa
And I'm the shit, put me in pamper
At the top floor suite, made me exclusive
They no used to rolling your weed, if that ain't exclusive
Ain't nobody stoppin me, I thought I told you so
I'm #1, go check your Billboard
Haaa, bitch nigga I'm cashin out
Your God damn right baby, oh yeah I'm mashin out
I'm at the top floor suite, hey when [?]
I got my gold on, I see you looking
But shooters ride, so you can took it
Oops I mean take it
Sometime I forget I made it
When I'm faded
I hit a naughty B you know that's exclusive
These shoes up on me feet yeah they exclusive
Yeah, and I'm rappin with my eyes closed
And when I scream for the streets I spit it from my soul
Look, when I land off in your city
On this type of flight there's no tiki
Better hold your girlfriend closer
Cause she choosen on the committee
She googled phone my business
She loose she known to be with it
But thang there was so deep
Ass so wet your boyfriend so in it
Man she so slippery
Plus she bowlegged so there's more leverage
So she gon grip it
[?] them tinted, roof with no ceiling
Fuck emotional I won't rent em
No, I don't pay no holes I don't spend a thing
These are mine I don't rent a thing
Barber cash on a private runway
Ya'll niggas never seen a plane
Booku, booku, a nigga got bread on booku
Back of the whip gettin blue tooth
Couldn't put my life on youtube
Now you understand what the goose do nigga
Your girl gon off too much liquor
And you can have your girlfriend back
But it's up to you what you do with her