Creed (feat. Pusha T) (Explicit)
Ca$h Out"Creed (feat. Pusha T) (Explicit)" is a song by Ca$h Out, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:07 long and contains 76 lines and 485 words.
Lyrics
0:00Creed - Ca$h Out/Pusha T
0:05Feel good
0:09Stuffing your pockets with hundred bucks
0:17Feel good when your money up
0:19Stuffing your pockets with hundred bucks
0:21I sit back and roll up the trees
0:23I swear that they didn't believe
0:25I'm spraying my body with creed
0:27100 b**ches feel the breeze
0:29Got the trapping in my jeans
0:31Got the money in my jeans
0:33I was posted on the curbs
0:35These b**ches getting on my nerves
0:37My shooters they ready to purge
0:38I did it I whip it and serve
0:41Crime pay all my luxury
0:43Right next to me
0:45I know that you wanna stand next to me
0:46I know that you wanting the recipe
0:48I was rolling with extensions
0:50I was just rolling through the trenches
0:52I was cooking in the ditches
0:54Made a junkie cooking dishes
0:56But you know I ain't tripping yeah you gotta see my vision
1:00Yeah they talking like this you gotta stand in the kitchen
1:04I know you niggas really wishing
1:06I know you wanna catch me slipping
1:08I know you wanna see me fall off
1:10But you see me in a new bentley
1:20Feel good when your money up
1:22Stuffing your pockets with hundred bucks
1:23I sit back and roll up the trees
1:25I swear that they didn't believe
1:27I'm spraying my body with creed
1:29100 b**ches feel the breeze
1:31Got the trapping in my jeans
1:33Got the money in my jeans
1:35Got the money in my jeans
1:37Got the money in my jeans
1:39Got the money in my jeans
1:41Got the money in my jeans
1:43I'm spraying my body with creed
1:45Know these b**ches feel the breeze
1:47Got the trapping in my jeans
1:49Got the money in my jeans
2:02Keep shoud in pos
2:06Invitation to the white house
2:08Cops ran in my white house
2:10Blow bama meets obama
2:12History you can't whiteout
2:14Baltimore pull your bikes out
2:16Mafia like 36
2:18I can sell it for the 30 piece
2:20Cut the brick up with the remix
2:22They be talking at the precinct
2:24I can tell you bout the g6
2:25They can tell you when the drought come
2:27I can tell you when the keys hit
2:29Never did I own a v6
2:31Sh*t I started in the v8
2:33You was cool sellin'8 balls my phone chirp when they need weight
2:37Call the lord when I need faith
2:39Call your b**ch when I need face
2:41Platinum motors on the dealer tag ferrari wagon got knee space
2:45Luther camp bell if you need bass
2:47Bench pressing like I free weight
2:49'Case the fed's wanna retrace it was all done on my pre paid
2:53Yea
2:54Feel good when your money up
2:55Stuffing your pockets with hundred bucks
2:57I sit back and roll up the trees
2:59I swear that they didn't believe
3:01I'm spraying my body with creed
3:03100 b**ches feel the breeze
3:05Got the trapping in my jeans
3:07Got the money in my jeans
Creed - Ca$h Out/Pusha T Feel good Stuffing your pockets with hundred bucks Feel good when your money up Stuffing your pockets with hundred bucks I sit back and roll up the trees I swear that they didn't believe I'm spraying my body with creed 100 b**ches feel the breeze Got the trapping in my jeans Got the money in my jeans I was posted on the curbs These b**ches getting on my nerves My shooters they ready to purge I did it I whip it and serve Crime pay all my luxury Right next to me I know that you wanna stand next to me I know that you wanting the recipe I was rolling with extensions I was just rolling through the trenches I was cooking in the ditches Made a junkie cooking dishes But you know I ain't tripping yeah you gotta see my vision Yeah they talking like this you gotta stand in the kitchen I know you niggas really wishing I know you wanna catch me slipping I know you wanna see me fall off But you see me in a new bentley Feel good when your money up Stuffing your pockets with hundred bucks I sit back and roll up the trees I swear that they didn't believe I'm spraying my body with creed 100 b**ches feel the breeze Got the trapping in my jeans Got the money in my jeans Got the money in my jeans Got the money in my jeans Got the money in my jeans Got the money in my jeans I'm spraying my body with creed Know these b**ches feel the breeze Got the trapping in my jeans Got the money in my jeans Keep shoud in pos Invitation to the white house Cops ran in my white house Blow bama meets obama History you can't whiteout Baltimore pull your bikes out Mafia like 36 I can sell it for the 30 piece Cut the brick up with the remix They be talking at the precinct I can tell you bout the g6 They can tell you when the drought come I can tell you when the keys hit Never did I own a v6 Sh*t I started in the v8 You was cool sellin'8 balls my phone chirp when they need weight Call the lord when I need faith Call your b**ch when I need face Platinum motors on the dealer tag ferrari wagon got knee space Luther camp bell if you need bass Bench pressing like I free weight 'Case the fed's wanna retrace it was all done on my pre paid Yea Feel good when your money up Stuffing your pockets with hundred bucks I sit back and roll up the trees I swear that they didn't believe I'm spraying my body with creed 100 b**ches feel the breeze Got the trapping in my jeans Got the money in my jeans
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