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Cashkeem - Kick back Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We dreamin' bout it, and go get it ova here, nigga
Real shit, ayy
All I know is stack, sit back, get racks
Take off on a flight, live life kick back
F*ck the money up, spend it all, hittin the sacks
Never trip about it, cause I know just how to get it back
Hoes on my line, blowin' up my phone
Bad bitch runnin' through my crib in the thong
Vibe for the night, f*ck her good send
Her home, you aint out here livin', nigga
Den ya done sumn wrong, real shit, nigga
I be out here schemin', tryin' to set a play
Chasin' some money on the grind each and every day
Don't hesitate when it come to tryin' to elevate
Married to the pape, boo'd up like ella mai
I remember ridin' the bench, I'm in the game
I been ballin', ain't got out of it since
Money to root of evil, I feel like I gotta repent
Ain't talkin' if it ain't bout money, I need dollars and cents
That's what you gotta know, money flowin', snotty nose
Shinin' like a pot of gold, grade A nigga
I feel like I made the honor roll
Lotta bread, lotta hoes, knock em' down, dominos
F*ck her, then she gotta go, deuces up, adios
She say I ain't got no feelings, told her, baby, I'm just chillin
I'm the one you come and vibe with, call me when you wanna kick it
Till then, I be on a mission, stackin' money to the ceiling
Gettin' guap, know that I won't stop, I'm tryin' to touch some millions
Niggas hate that I'm so wavy, but I tell em' f*ck em
Talkin' shit behind my back, but shake my hand in public
I been out here touchin' bands, like I be playin' trumpet
I'm a walkin' bucket, bitch, I'm about to turn it up this summer
Might go drop a foreign, might drop a new kit
Might book me a flight, take a couple trips
In another country with your bitch, makin' flicks
On the balcony, she gettin' back, shots and eating dick nigga
All I know is stack, sit back, get racks
Take off on a flight, live life, kick back
F*ck the money up, spend it all, hittin sacks
Never trip about it, cause I know just how to get it back
Hoes on my line, blowin' up my phone
Bad bitch runnin' through my crib in a thong
Vibe for the night, f*ck her good, send her home
You ain't out here livin', nigga, then you done somethin' wrong
Real shit, nigga
Too wavy
Try to ride my way, you f*ck around, fall off the boat, nigga
Ayy
I'm so smooth, I'm like Don Juan,in his , prime, nigga
Get to poppin my shit, nigga
I'm goin' hard, comin' hard like a crackin' in da 80's
Ha, but I'm a 90's baby, nigga
Ha, uh-huh
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We dreamin' bout it, and go get it ova here, nigga
Real shit, ayy
All I know is stack, sit back, get racks
Take off on a flight, live life kick back
F*ck the money up, spend it all, hittin the sacks
Never trip about it, cause I know just how to get it back
Hoes on my line, blowin' up my phone
Bad bitch runnin' through my crib in the thong
Vibe for the night, f*ck her good send
Her home, you aint out here livin', nigga
Den ya done sumn wrong, real shit, nigga
I be out here schemin', tryin' to set a play
Chasin' some money on the grind each and every day
Don't hesitate when it come to tryin' to elevate
Married to the pape, boo'd up like ella mai
I remember ridin' the bench, I'm in the game
I been ballin', ain't got out of it since
Money to root of evil, I feel like I gotta repent
Ain't talkin' if it ain't bout money, I need dollars and cents
That's what you gotta know, money flowin', snotty nose
Shinin' like a pot of gold, grade A nigga
I feel like I made the honor roll
Lotta bread, lotta hoes, knock em' down, dominos
F*ck her, then she gotta go, deuces up, adios
She say I ain't got no feelings, told her, baby, I'm just chillin
I'm the one you come and vibe with, call me when you wanna kick it
Till then, I be on a mission, stackin' money to the ceiling
Gettin' guap, know that I won't stop, I'm tryin' to touch some millions
Niggas hate that I'm so wavy, but I tell em' f*ck em
Talkin' shit behind my back, but shake my hand in public
I been out here touchin' bands, like I be playin' trumpet
I'm a walkin' bucket, bitch, I'm about to turn it up this summer
Might go drop a foreign, might drop a new kit
Might book me a flight, take a couple trips
In another country with your bitch, makin' flicks
On the balcony, she gettin' back, shots and eating dick nigga
All I know is stack, sit back, get racks
Take off on a flight, live life, kick back
F*ck the money up, spend it all, hittin sacks
Never trip about it, cause I know just how to get it back
Hoes on my line, blowin' up my phone
Bad bitch runnin' through my crib in a thong
Vibe for the night, f*ck her good, send her home
You ain't out here livin', nigga, then you done somethin' wrong
Real shit, nigga
Too wavy
Try to ride my way, you f*ck around, fall off the boat, nigga
Ayy
I'm so smooth, I'm like Don Juan,in his , prime, nigga
Get to poppin my shit, nigga
I'm goin' hard, comin' hard like a crackin' in da 80's
Ha, but I'm a 90's baby, nigga
Ha, uh-huh
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Writer: BRIAN WAYNE LEWIS, KEVIN LEWIS, ROBERT CLARK, STEPHEN SMITH, WILLIAM CUYLER VAN PATTEN
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