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Hollywood Undead - Cashed Out Lyrics

This is my life
Where the f*** do I begin?
I'll take what you got
This is Hollywood Undead
Motherfuck*** looking at us
When they want that 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
Loose, vivid visions
And I think I'm losing all control
My body's frozen, take a hit
Now it's time to go
This rockstar shit
No, it ain't a day job
But I treat it like one
That's 'cause I'm a fuc*** stud
Champagne bonbons
And you know it's nonstop
Pouring out these bottles
Like Niagra on a drop-top
I forget everything
Yeah, I'm 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 thrash now
Before we cash out
Spending all this money
High as f***, ain't coming back down
Let's fuc*** thrash now
Before we cash out
Spending all this money
High as f***, ain't coming back down

Smoking on that blue palm
Sniff a couple pounds
Roll up to that 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 sins to my crown
Yeah, I got a couple chains
And they looking nice
One says "RIP"
The other 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 thrash now
Before we cash out
Spending all this money
High as f***, ain't coming back down
Let's fuc*** thrash now
Before we cash out
Spending all this money
High as f***, ain't coming back down

Business got me running from 'em
Bitches spending money on 'em
Sick that homie Funny on 'em
Stack them bricks and flaunt it on '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
Everybody thrash now
Before we cash out
Spending all this money
High as f***, ain't coming back down
Let's fuc*** thrash now
Before we cash out
Spending all this money
High as f***, ain't coming back down