[Verse 1 — slick, clipped, right on the kick] Big booty in my face, can’t see the damn exit She said, “Eyes up here,” I said, “Girl, I respect it” Then she turned around twice, shit, I got the message Ass got the whole damn room asking questions Hundreds in a rubber band, twenties in a loose stack Bitch, I’m feeling good, where the fuck the juice at? Dude keep mean-mugging, tell his ass to move back Got a pistol in his selfie, but he scared to shoot craps Fresh cut, fresh fit, breath smell expensive She want shots, I said, “Cool, but the tab ain’t endless” I ain’t here to save nobody, ain’t a damn redemption I’m just tryna catch the rhythm while she shaking her extensions Big hips, slick lips, nails on my neck She said, “What you driving?” I said, “Something with a check” She said, “You talk shit.” I said, “You ain’t heard shit yet” Then the DJ scratched the record like he knew what came next [Hook — nasty chant, crowd replies] Cash out, ass out (Ayy!) Whole damn club got the bass loud (Boom!) Back that, back that (Yeah!) Big booty in my face, where the cash at? (Where?) Fuck that, run it back (Run it!) Bad bitch laughing with a fat stack (Ha!) Cash out, ass out (Ayy!) Tell the DJ let that motherfucker slap (Slap!) [Verse 2 — faster, playful triplets] I got two phones ringing, both asking where the money One my damn accountant, other one calling me honey I told both, “Hold up,” now they both acting funny If you need me that bad, send a picture or some money You ain’t gotta love Vince, shit, just don’t waste my minutes Got a mouth full of slick talk, whole night full of business She said, “Boy, behave.” I said, “Mind your damn witness” We ain’t even left the club, why you talking ’bout commitment? [Switch — rapid fire, tight pockets] Cash flip, ass dip, bass kick, glass tip Damn near lost my drink when she hit that backspin Bad bitch, bad grin, black whip, fast lane You can keep your fake chains, I need cash that don’t change He wanna act gangster, got a gun tucked in his waistband I got a wad tucked in mine, that’s a different kind of waistband He said, “You ain’t tough.” I said, “Boy, that’s a weird plan” You brought a whole-ass argument, I brought the whole damn band [Beat cuts — deadpan] Y’all fighting over eye contact? Man, I was looking at the ass. [Hook] Cash out, ass out (Ayy!) Whole damn club got the bass loud (Boom!) Back that, back that (Yeah!) Big booty in my face, where the cash at? (Where?) Fuck that, run it back (Run it!) Bad bitch laughing with a fat stack (Ha!) Cash out, ass out (Ayy!) Tell the DJ let that motherfucker slap (Slap!) [Verse 3 — beat flips, cocky and ruthless] I don’t need a bodyguard to tell a dude to chill You ain’t gotta pull a gun just to prove the shit real But the streets taught me quick: keep your head on a swivel Some fools got a trigger, ain’t got sense worth a nickel Fuck a fake tough speech, I’m too busy getting paid She got both hands on her knees, got the whole room amazed I said, “Damn, you got balance,” she said, “Boy, you got jokes” I said, “Yeah, and you got everybody missing all they notes” [Double-time — scratch answers punchlines] Big bills, big hips, slick mouth, quick switch Whole crew lit, don’t trip, mind your own bitch Dude talking wild, now his date over here She said, “You funny as fuck.” I said, “Make that real clear” Got a couple racks to blow, not a dollar for a clown Don’t be reaching for my chain, don’t be bringing my mood down If the bass knock twice, let her drop it to the ground If her friends yell “Again,” turn that motherfucker around [Final hook — full energy] Cash out, ass out (Ayy!) Whole damn club got the bass loud (Boom!) Back that, back that (Yeah!) Big booty in my face, where the cash at? (Where?) Fuck that, run it back (Run it!) Bad bitch laughing with a fat stack (Ha!) Cash out, ass out (Ayy!) Tell the DJ let that motherfucker slap (Slap!) [Outro — scratching, bass drops] I came for the money. Stayed for the view. Now somebody find my damn drink.
