Ca$h Out feat. Gucci Mane Lyrics
"The Curb"

Intro
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Hey, hey, can I mix you?
Cool
Yeah
Ha
It's Cash Out
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Introducing Loaded
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Please let me roll'er
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The nasty guy knows her
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These hoes they know us
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Curve
The curve neck

Hook
It's niggas on the curb, that'll bust your head
It's niggas on the curb, really about that bread
It's niggas on the curb, really sold that blow
It's niggas on the curb, really work them hoes

Verse I

Ha, I'm back but I ain't love shit
In the stash house, I love bricks
In the stash house, I love cash
And on that trap shit, I love band
Nigga get your bands up
Tell'em will make her dance
Tell'em bands is in my pants
And I fuck with a bitch from France

She got an arrogant talk
I got an arrogant walk
Got a bricks horse
ATL baby, I'm a player
Woah, and you know yo hair gotta be
longer than mine
And you know that you gotta be super fine
Yeah, do your dance on that dick
Ha, I strike a pose, take a pic

Chorus

It's niggas on the curb, that'll bust your head
It's niggas on the curb, really about that bread
It's niggas on the curb, really sold that blow
It's niggas on the curb, really work them hoes

Verse II

I'm about that bread, I'm about that bread
Woke up in the morning with
Your bitch in my bed
I ain't scared but fuck the feds
Walk around the city with a brick in my pants
Ferrari horse, chopper, no bitch this ain't Mr. Egg
I had long hair, I shaved my dreads
So many waves that a bitch is gettin' scared
I mail you your girls' underwear, 2 box of condoms
I come prepared
Necklace full of VVSs, damn that a good first impression
I'm so cool but I got 3 rules
First, no fat hoes in my section
When I fuck, I use protection
You don't like it, get to steppin'
Standin' on the curb, young nigga with the work
Took a bunch of purp and a pound of purple
Bitch I'm a boss, your man's a worker
Hating on the team, don't make it worser
Picked up some hoes in a brand new work
Bitch you know that I'm a swerver
Satellite Sim, don't touch my dunk
Don't that bitch look like a turner

Chorus

It's niggas on the curb, that'll bust your head
It's niggas on the curb, really about that bread
It's niggas on the curb, really sold that blow
It's niggas on the curb, really work them hoes
The curb, the curb nigga
the curb, the curb
it's some niggas on that curb, really bust your head
It's niggas on the curb, really bout that bread