Cashleaders – Workin’ Pants Lyrics
Artist: Cashleaders
Song: Workin’ Pants
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
These my working pants
These my working pants
I don’t got a lot of cash
But i make it last
These my working pants
These my working pants
Drugs in the trash
Banks on it in advance
Uhhh
I better hit the purp
Guess what i got to say is worse
Made me want the world
Big booty’s drop and get to work
I’m a phenom what you be on
You should be gone
Boy you wish you was me
Trying to f#ckin’ ease drop
Yeah my g’s blown
Cash l’s yeah we on
Paper planes guess i’m riding high
Haters hate guess i got no time
I ain’t play thеm games
I just let is slide
Causе you hate today
When i pass you by
That’s all i gotta say
As i start my life yeah aight
Gotta get that money
Gotta make a profit
Boy you’re boo hooing
I’m never apologizing
Stop it never going to stop me
I’m a f#cking conquer
Rich #ss b#tches on my top bruh
Never better you should just stop it
Cause i ain’t never heard a b#tch until you content
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
These my working pants
These my working pants
I don’t got a lot of cash
But i make it last (least you’re honest)
These my working pants
These my working pants
Drugs in the trash
Banks on it in advance
Walk in the bank smelling straight dank
f#ck what you think look up in the bag
100k get em in tens so i’m a have to probably wait
Count em all down to the ones none of them better be fake
There’s no shame red eye contact high so i’m not to blame
Talking big business how i’m trying to step up my game
These my working pants
Police please kiss my racist #ss
Been f#cked by the system so much
That i’m probably growing abs
Add in this cash smoking so much that i had to hold it fast
And i knowing or rolling and i skip math class cause i’m so advanced
f#ck math you ain’t know about it
n#gg#s know what’s up
Know when i come round i’m bout it
I’m bout it i’m bout it i’m bonkers
Kickin this sh#t in yonkers
New york state cocky ill mind walk it
I know that i’m already talking
I’m talking lisps pistoling
Might be catched on the side
That’s really damn fine
Girls in the damn line
If they ain’t stretch their minds
Then they ain’t get this dick this time
I’m twisted twisting up
No fingers no blunts or f#ck
n#gg# getting f#cked up
n#gg# geting blunts up
Smoking back to back
And yes we know we f#cked up
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Close the Mixtape [Explicit]
Release Year: 2014