Cashed Out

Cashed Out Lyrics By Hollywood Undead

[Funny Man]
This is my life, where the fuck do I begin?
I'll take what you got, this is Hollywood Undead
Motherfuckers looking at us when they want their bread
Got us on a world tour and it never ends
Making moves, cashing checks, and I'm out the door
Couple bottles, fifteen hundred, yeah, it's on the floor
You spin the visions, and I think I'm losing all control
My body's supposed to take a hint, now it's time to go
It's nonstop shit, no, it ain't a day job
I treat it like one, that's 'cause I'm a fucking stud
Champagne bottles and you know it's nonstop
Pouring out these bottles like Niagra on a drop-top
I forget everything, yeah, I blacked out
Didn't pay the bills, wifey bugging me to chill out?
I act a fool when I see these girlies' thongs out
Yeah, I'm with the plug, and these strippers got me cashed out
Everybody dash now before we cash out
Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain't coming back down
Let's fucking flash now before we cash out
Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain't coming back down

[Funny Man]
Cashed out, we cashed out
Cashed out, we cashed out
Cashed out, we cashed out
Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain't coming back down

[Funny Man]
Smoking on that blue palm, smoked a couple pounds
Pull up to those Jumbo's, yeah, we acting clowns
Strippers on that pole and you know they break it down
Take a bow, blow a kiss, bring your sis to my crowd
Yeah, I got a couple chains and they looking nice
Sunset, RIP, that's all there is, Jesus Christ
And that's that hippie high life, smoking at the bright lights
Making bad decisions, yeah, I do this every night
Everybody dash now before we cash out
Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain't coming back down
Let's fucking flash now before we cash out
Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain't coming back down

[Funny Man]
Cashed out, we cashed out
Cashed out, we cashed out
Cashed out, we cashed out
Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain't coming back down

[Charlie Scene]
Business got me running from 'em, bitches spending money on 'em
Sick that homie Funny on 'em, stack them bricks and front it 'em
You fools don't want any problems, stacking chips and popping bottles
Up in the club with Gucci bottoms, up in the club with Gucci bottoms
My exes meet my hoes, that shit's like Tic-Tac-Toe
If a bitch done stole your money, you should get that hoe
And after you get it back you better spend that dough
Get you a bunch of coke, you better blow that snow

[Funny Man]
Everybody dash now before we cash out
Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain't coming back down
Let's fucking flash now before we cash out
Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain't coming back down
Cashed out, we cashed out
Cashed out, we cashed out
Cashed out, we cashed out
Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain't coming back down