Lyrics:
cash (cash, cash)
Club LIV my last tab, could've bought a fast Jag
Way these bitches wavin' at me, you would think a cab passed
Wonder why you hatin'
of the girls say, oooh ooh ooh oh
It's Mister W.W oooh ooh ooh oh
Putting it down with Cris Cab oooh ooh ooh oh
Double C, talk to 'em
There's something about
Yeah, she was sippin' on Southern and singin' Marshall Tucker
We were fallin' in love in the sweet heart of summer
She hopped right up into the cab
XD wit' the stick, attached to the beam, so I know I won't miss
Let him run, he get left like he Rick, bullets burn him, watch him twitch
Fuck a cab
my cough syrup
I don't fuck with these weirdos
Swear to God, it be paranoid
Treat a jet like it's a cab fare
Sold a brick, came back for it
Your
black
And I'm killing these niggas I ain't even write that
I be stunting 'caise I ain't never had
Got these bitches waving like they tryna catch a cab
some frozen water
I got chains and they flooded like New Orleans, yeah, yeah
Girl, I get back in that Lamb
Yellow diamonds like a cab
These niggas
the door, where are my keys?
'Cause I gotta leave yeah
In the back of the cab
I tipped the driver 'head of time, get me there fast
I got your body on my
records on while I pour)
The neighbors might faint (baby, it's bad out there)
Say, what's in this drink? (No cabs to be had out there)
I wish I knew
records on while I pour)
The neighbors might think (baby, it's bad out there)
Say what's in this drink? (No cabs to be had out there)
I wish I knew how
you
Want to love you
I've got to love you, eh
Baby, I just wanna
J Balvin, man
Cris Cab (Baby, I just wanna )
Leggo
Leggo, leggo, leggo
you must say Grammy nominated
All these haters drunk of hate, they basically wasted
Call a cab for these niggas, cause they ain't gon make it
Can
were fallin' in love in the sweet heart of summer
She hopped right up into the cab of my truck and said
"Fire it up, let's go get this thing stuck"
Force Ones and Vasquez
Puerto Ricans with fat asses
Blazed dutch masters, we dump ashes
On models in S classes for you bastards
Catch a cab
until the sun comes up, oh my god
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a
It's three AM and we're only getting started
In the cab on the way
one-five three for a qp
Light off the cab mall baby I'm the best out here
In a drop (?) cause prices get high
In the school of hard knocks niggas selling
to mine
In the pitch black, it's too cold
I'm all alone, take me back to the roads
I had to roam to get here and I'll hitch back
Get a cab to my
keep calling your name until you come back home
I've been looking sad in all the nicest places
Baby, baby, I feel crazy
Now I'm in a cab, I tell 'em
in our lungs
Last night we were way up, talking in the back of the cab
And then you say, "love, baby, let's go hang at the flat"
And when we dance
on while I pour)
The neighbors might think (Baby, it's bad out there)
Say, what's in this drink? (No cabs to be had out there)
I wish I knew how
get murked up in the cab
Shout out to niggaz that be jerking tags, rollin' in Jags
Good boy leathers, hood boys'll blast you
Niggaz that carry ones
Fire!
Riding in a cab but I'm dreaming of a slab
Cooking ounces at a time, pussy nigga do the math
Ten ice chains, Prince like James
The day I
Baghdad
Come through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs
Bitches on that Pad-ad, fuck her with her fat ass
I get-gets my dick licked, my
towels
Now what else can go wrong for you
It's a choice between a cab fare home
And a packet of cigarettes
So you choose and the money sticks
In
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