I got that bitch that's on them pills
Yeah
I got that bitch that's on that coke
Yeah
I got that bitch so cold like a coat
Woah
Jony, I'm fly, I'm just like the Pope
I put a bitch in my chains, she turn to a ice sickle when we hang
Yeah, I'm higher than LeBron James
I'ma flash out with a bang
I'ma fill a cup up with pain
I'ma appear (up here) out of nowhere, I'm so strange, yeah
You want bitches? I got bitches, yeah, you can come with me
CC the Cash Company
Money comin' in funneling
Yeah, we got the money coming in
Juiced up, son, I'm Sunny D
He my son, yeah, he mini me
Gotta watch out for the frenemies
Yeah
She don't wanna (want a) date, she wanna party, we on drugs all night
We be up for days
Yeah, she bad for me, but she my type
I know that you know that we know it feel right
Already died, I'm livin' my second life
I'm finna get on his ass
I'm poppin' these bitches and poppin' these tags
I'm in the middle of the road
I'm tweakin' and geekin', yeah, "Return the slab"
Niggas can't f*ck with the gang, you come around here, you ain't gettin' no pass
I'm McLovin to that money
Need it Super Bad
Super cat, yeah, yeah
She got super cat, uh
Super wet, for young Jony, yeah
What you know about that?
I'm a bat, yeah
All, yeah, all black, yeah
Bruce Wayne, all my chains
Cause they f*ckin' swing
Yeah, $1,360 for this
$1,480 for that
That's just a shirt and a hat
I just pulled that out of my bag
Oh, yes, yes, I do magic
We at Chrome Hearts, cool with the staff
Yeah, you do the math
Got a corporate bitch with class
Yeah
I got that bitch that's on them pills
Yeah
I got that bitch that's on that coke
Yeah
I got that bitch so cold like a coat
Woah
Jony, I'm fly, I'm just like the Pope
I put a bitch in my chains, she turn to a ice sickle when we hang
Yeah, I'm higher than LeBron James
I'ma flash out with a bang
I'ma fill a cup up with pain
I'ma appear (up here) out of nowhere, I'm so strange, yeah
You want bitches? I got bitches, yeah, you can come with me
CC the Cash Company
Money comin' in funneling
Yeah, we got the money coming in
Juiced up, son, I'm Sunny D
He my son, yeah, he mini me
Gotta watch out for the frenemies
Yeah
It's a drug party, baby
Come on we can pop these pills, we get so excited
F*ckin' on this bitch just for a thrill, you know I'm pilot
I'm high
Yeah, I'm so high
I put the shit up to the sky
I f*ckin' this bitch cuz I'm high
I f*ckin' this bitch cuz I'm high
I f*ckin' this bitch cuz I'm high
Yeah, yeah, yeah
CashOutJony - Drug Party Lyrics
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I got that bitch that's on them pills
Yeah
I got that bitch that's on that coke
Yeah
I got that bitch so cold like a coat
Woah
Jony, I'm fly, I'm just like the Pope
I put a bitch in my chains, she turn to a ice sickle when we hang
Yeah, I'm higher than LeBron James
I'ma flash out with a bang
I'ma fill a cup up with pain
I'ma appear (up here) out of nowhere, I'm so strange, yeah
You want bitches? I got bitches, yeah, you can come with me
CC the Cash Company
Money comin' in funneling
Yeah, we got the money coming in
Juiced up, son, I'm Sunny D
He my son, yeah, he mini me
Gotta watch out for the frenemies
Yeah
She don't wanna (want a) date, she wanna party, we on drugs all night
We be up for days
Yeah, she bad for me, but she my type
I know that you know that we know it feel right
Already died, I'm livin' my second life
I'm finna get on his ass
I'm poppin' these bitches and poppin' these tags
I'm in the middle of the road
I'm tweakin' and geekin', yeah, "Return the slab"
Niggas can't f*ck with the gang, you come around here, you ain't gettin' no pass
I'm McLovin to that money
Need it Super Bad
Super cat, yeah, yeah
She got super cat, uh
Super wet, for young Jony, yeah
What you know about that?
I'm a bat, yeah
All, yeah, all black, yeah
Bruce Wayne, all my chains
Cause they f*ckin' swing
Yeah, $1,360 for this
$1,480 for that
That's just a shirt and a hat
I just pulled that out of my bag
Oh, yes, yes, I do magic
We at Chrome Hearts, cool with the staff
Yeah, you do the math
Got a corporate bitch with class
Yeah
I got that bitch that's on them pills
Yeah
I got that bitch that's on that coke
Yeah
I got that bitch so cold like a coat
Woah
Jony, I'm fly, I'm just like the Pope
I put a bitch in my chains, she turn to a ice sickle when we hang
Yeah, I'm higher than LeBron James
I'ma flash out with a bang
I'ma fill a cup up with pain
I'ma appear (up here) out of nowhere, I'm so strange, yeah
You want bitches? I got bitches, yeah, you can come with me
CC the Cash Company
Money comin' in funneling
Yeah, we got the money coming in
Juiced up, son, I'm Sunny D
He my son, yeah, he mini me
Gotta watch out for the frenemies
Yeah
It's a drug party, baby
Come on we can pop these pills, we get so excited
F*ckin' on this bitch just for a thrill, you know I'm pilot
I'm high
Yeah, I'm so high
I put the shit up to the sky
I f*ckin' this bitch cuz I'm high
I f*ckin' this bitch cuz I'm high
I f*ckin' this bitch cuz I'm high
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I got that bitch that's on that coke
Yeah
I got that bitch so cold like a coat
Woah
Jony, I'm fly, I'm just like the Pope
I put a bitch in my chains, she turn to a ice sickle when we hang
Yeah, I'm higher than LeBron James
I'ma flash out with a bang
I'ma fill a cup up with pain
I'ma appear (up here) out of nowhere, I'm so strange, yeah
You want bitches? I got bitches, yeah, you can come with me
CC the Cash Company
Money comin' in funneling
Yeah, we got the money coming in
Juiced up, son, I'm Sunny D
He my son, yeah, he mini me
Gotta watch out for the frenemies
Yeah
She don't wanna (want a) date, she wanna party, we on drugs all night
We be up for days
Yeah, she bad for me, but she my type
I know that you know that we know it feel right
Already died, I'm livin' my second life
I'm finna get on his ass
I'm poppin' these bitches and poppin' these tags
I'm in the middle of the road
I'm tweakin' and geekin', yeah, "Return the slab"
Niggas can't f*ck with the gang, you come around here, you ain't gettin' no pass
I'm McLovin to that money
Need it Super Bad
Super cat, yeah, yeah
She got super cat, uh
Super wet, for young Jony, yeah
What you know about that?
I'm a bat, yeah
All, yeah, all black, yeah
Bruce Wayne, all my chains
Cause they f*ckin' swing
Yeah, $1,360 for this
$1,480 for that
That's just a shirt and a hat
I just pulled that out of my bag
Oh, yes, yes, I do magic
We at Chrome Hearts, cool with the staff
Yeah, you do the math
Got a corporate bitch with class
Yeah
I got that bitch that's on them pills
Yeah
I got that bitch that's on that coke
Yeah
I got that bitch so cold like a coat
Woah
Jony, I'm fly, I'm just like the Pope
I put a bitch in my chains, she turn to a ice sickle when we hang
Yeah, I'm higher than LeBron James
I'ma flash out with a bang
I'ma fill a cup up with pain
I'ma appear (up here) out of nowhere, I'm so strange, yeah
You want bitches? I got bitches, yeah, you can come with me
CC the Cash Company
Money comin' in funneling
Yeah, we got the money coming in
Juiced up, son, I'm Sunny D
He my son, yeah, he mini me
Gotta watch out for the frenemies
Yeah
It's a drug party, baby
Come on we can pop these pills, we get so excited
F*ckin' on this bitch just for a thrill, you know I'm pilot
I'm high
Yeah, I'm so high
I put the shit up to the sky
I f*ckin' this bitch cuz I'm high
I f*ckin' this bitch cuz I'm high
I f*ckin' this bitch cuz I'm high
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: CashOutJony, Jontel Hackett
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