Cashin Out - Gucci Mane, DJ Rell

You already know it’s time to go to work

I’m back up off the kitchen workin' with a chicken

You get 63 grams for like twelve-fifty (Wow)

50 pounds of purp, 50 pounds of midget

As soon as it’s gone, I sell another 60 (Huh)

My baby need some shoes, my aunty need a purse (Huh)

Summer coming real soon so I need a vert (Damn)

I hop up out that van with that duffel bag (Gucci)

And if a nigga try me, I’ma bust his ass (Bow)

I’m countin' up money in my living room

Birds everywhere, I call it the chicken room (Damn)

Pills in the cabinet, pounds in the den (Gucci)

Attic full of guns, basement full of Benjamins (Holiday Season)

Two AK-47s and a blow torch

Couple junkies knocking hard on my front porch (Huh)

A couple old schools in my backyard

If I don’t know you, I’ma serve you through my burglar bars

Gucci back, bitch (Back, bitch), yeah, I’m back, bitch (Huh)

Did you miss me (Did you miss me?) or miss my wealth bitch?

(Huh)

This that new shit (What?), that county jail shit (True)

That 7th floor, Rice Street, straight out a cell shit

You on my shit list, I’m on the Forbes list

Since I’m a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch (Gucci)

I got a sick wrist (Bling), it cost 'bout six bricks

I’m on that slick shit, that Zone 6 shit (Huh)

Huh, huh, what’s happenin'?

So Icy CEO, we in the buildin'

Huh, huh, huh, Zaytoven on the track, huh, damn, damn

Burr, burr

Wow

Bling-blaow, bling-blaow