Cashing In - Fly Union

Sewing up my wounds

Sutra for my pain

All these motherfucka’s keep telling me shit that I know is so mundane

I know pain and I know gain

I know money, I know insane

I know bang bang, damn how you do it

Half an ounce, or a pint of fluid

Get it, how you get it

If I’m in here when it started

I’ll be right here when it’s finished bitch

My bucket list is on a post-it

Three words: getting' mo' chips

Hula Hoop how this dough flip

Ain’t another nigga that’s cold as me

Ain’t a god damn way to get mo' from three

Got a hundred tracks just for shittin' on

Forty whips and they all gone

Liquidating my assets

Vegan shorty got ass left

No matter how small her waist get

Bet she keep shit in her basement

I’m movin' in just to take a shit

When I leave try and replace me

I’m doin' math on my down time

It’s adding up for the fourth time

My homeboy doin' fed time

That’s no shine

We compoundin' the interests

With a lil work and these gifts bitch

I’m makin' payroll with no accountant

So count us in

We in rocket, we out chea', yeah

I got these diamonds all from my heir

This gold all in my wrist

I all these girls all in my ear, yeah

This the life that we live

I got these diamonds all from my heir

Got this gold around my neck

I got these girls all in my ear

What will this life afford me next?

Checks

We cashin' 'em in, it’s The Greater Than Club

It’s The Greater Than Club, and we cashin' in

Checks

We cashin' 'em in, it’s The Greater Than Club

It’s The Greater Than Club, and we cashin' in

I told these niggas watch they tone

In a minute we’ll be on

Seein' all these palm trees and it got me in the zone

Doin' it so you know, uh

Sky high no oxygen

Trying win, trying not to sin

Take you where you never been

Always living greater than

What you 'bout, you ain’t 'bout shit

Yeah this is my lifestyle

You know it’s us when the cameras out, uh

Funny, yeah you niggas funny

I tell 'em like Jerry Jones always ask for the money, money

Uh, but for you it’s game over

Plottin' with my team, rolling in the Range Rover

Never know where I’ma take it

We stay eating, never naked

Motivation everyday, I tell my niggas we gone make it

Don’t question why, we ain’t signed yet

Ask your local promoter, why he ain’t book us yet

I get paper back when they book us

Bookmark my name, nigga read up

Newest car, latest features

Fuck outta my lane or nigga speed up

You gone need more people to beat us

We gone need more money to please us

No I don’t mean to be facetious

But the price is going up for these features

I need a personal assistant

And a personal Jesus

What’s God to a non-believer?

How you turn atheist to believers

Keep practicing what you preaching

And living what you teaching

I been having nightmares about these dreams

I been having trouble sleeping

But all my niggas stay hungry, but all my niggas been eating

Three meals a day, and everyday is the motherfuckin' weekend

Nigga I bet you love this shit, I loathe this shit (I do)

I need a loaf, toast of bread

And burn it all on my niggas

A thousand ways we can get it

You ain’t even a percentage

All my niggas is winning

Nigga, what the fuck nigga