Cashed Out

This is my life, where the fuck down I begin?
I’ll take what you got, this is Hollywood Undead
Motherfuckers looking at us when they want that bread
Got us out 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 rock star shit, no, it’s ain’t a day job
But I treat it like one, that’s ‘cause I’m a fucking stud
Champagne bottles and you know it’s non-stop
Pouring out these bottles like Niagra on a drop top
I forget everything, yeah, I’m blacked out
Didn’t pay the bills, wifey telling 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 cash out
Spending all this money high as fuck, ain’t coming back down
Let’s fucking thrash now before we cash out
Spending all this money high as fuck, ain’t coming back down
Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out
Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out
Cashed out, got me cashed out
Spending all this money high as fuck, ain’t coming back down
Smoking on that blue palm, sniffed 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 crowd
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 cash out
Spending all this money high as fuck, ain’t coming back down
Let’s fucking thrash now before we cash out
Spending all this money high as fuck, ain’t coming back down
Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out
Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out
Cashed out, got me cashed out
Spending all this money high as fuck, ain’t coming back down
This has got me running from ‘em
Bitches spending money of ‘em
Sick that homie Funny on ‘em
Stack them pricks and fold 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 X’s with O’s, that shit’s like tick-tack-toe
If a bitch done stole your money, you should get that hoe
And after you get it back, you better spend that doe
Get you a bunch of coke, you better blow that slow
Everybody thrash now before cash out
Spending all this money high as fuck, ain’t coming back down
Let’s fucking thrash now before we cash out
Spending all this money high as fuck, ain’t coming back down
Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out
Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out
Cashed out, got me cashed out
Spending all this money high as fuck, ain’t coming back down