Teeto, Rae Slick, Lord Vino, Moti Cakes - Cash Out Lyrics

I’m pretty sure… It’s Teckzilla

Moti Cakes : I can’t shout, everyday cash out
I can’t shout, every day I cash out
I can’t shout, everyday cash out
I can’t shout, men I been about that

I got stack bundles I'm ready to dash out
Owo lon soro, strippers with they ass out
Drinks on me, shayo till you pass out
Then we come and throw stones in your father's glass house
Switch the Lexus to a Mercedes Benz
Rappers wondering how I'm making these ends
Famz me for club, see them tryna be friends
OG making calls on my 3310
Different kinda swag Bruh I call it Otedola
They Running to my car biti Mallam to fe dollar
Smash your woman crush take her number never call her
Don't die there my nigga , men that shorty is a dullard
And You? You're not the brightest bulb in the chandelier/
You carry olosho go give yourself gonorrhoea/
I'm popping bottles up in sip rocking galabias/
Flips flops on with pretty tings everywhere

Chorus:

Moti: I can’t shout, everyday cash out
I can’t shout, every day I cash out
I can’t shout, everyday cash out
I can’t shout, men I been about that, woah

I can’t shout, everyday cash out
I can’t shout, every day I cash out
I can’t shout, everyday cash out
I can’t shout, men I been about that, woah

Slick: Steady getting chips like casinos
These c notes, we see those
Slicky stay killing in moschino
Balling up in sip after eating up in shiro
With skizzy, you know we been getting these dineros
Me I can't shout no really mi o le pariwo
Balling in this green like I'm Taribo
Black and white rari, shits looking so official
The way I dey spend money Omo na to blow whistle
Kill it in dubai now we waking up in Barca
Me and Mikey bout to hit up chicks in Malaga
Gucci to the socks the feet Balenciaga
I dey walk with yanga cuz khaki no be prada
Moving dollar that should be my first name
Ask about me they know me in the exchange
My life for yours? Na we can never exchange
Stunting on these niggas daily like say na x games

Lord Vino:
I can’t shout. Everyday I cash out.
That’s why your girl coming to me with her Nyash out!
A few pounds heavy but I still lash out
When I wrestle with the money, make a dollar tap out.
It’s Lord V. Soft boy with steez.
Educated cold flow. I spit it with 3 degrees.
Dairy milk with honey. I ain’t messing with the bees.
I’m all about cheddar if we talking ‘bout the cheese.
Ray ban vision. Eyes red through the bones
Original bad man. You can’t make clones
J to ABJ I rep all the Zones
And I’m known in Lasgidi from Lekki to Jones
I can’t shout. Everywhere I got clout
Getting to the money. Always on the cash route.
I can’t lie. I’m still somewhere in the middle,
But before the rain comes, we thank God for the drizzle. Ha!!