Lirik Lagu Cash In Cash Out, Singel Baru dari Pharrell Williams

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - Penyanyi dan rapper kenamaan, Pharrell Williams, mengeluarkan singel baru berjudul “Cash In Cash Out”.

Melalui singel ini, dia berkolaborasi dengan rapper kenamaan lainnya, yaitu 21 Savage dan Tyler, the Creator.

“Cash In Cash Out” dirilis pada Jumat, 10 Juni 2022 melalui Sony Music Entertainment dan Columbia Records.

Baca juga: Lirik Lagu Neon Guts - Lil Uzi Vert Feat. Pharrell Williams

Berikut ini lirik lagu “Cash In Cash Out” dari Pharrell Williams:

[Intro: 21 Savage]
Straight up

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out (21)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Ridin' in the car with no keys (Straight up)
Louis V shirt with no sleeves (On God)
Slaughter gang, nigga, I'm reppin' (21)
Chopper get to preachin', I'm the reverend (21)
Call him New Era, he cappin' (Yeah)
Them the type of niggas I ain't dappin' (On God)
When I book a show, make my backend cashin'
21, Uncle Sam, dawg, I'm taxin'
Ridin' in the coupe and it's a sport (Yeah)
My body card look like a horse (Straight up)
She gon' suck me up like it's a chore (On God)
Took the La Ferrari on a tour (21)
Buy a Richard Mille when I get bored (Bored)
Put my sidepieces at a Porsche (A Porsch?)
Money turned me to an asshol?
I ain't gon' lie, I was used to being poor (21)
I put Chanel on my feet
A Europen model got Chanel on my seats
Put me in a third world country in the middle of the slums
I'ma turn it to a million dollar street (Oh, for real)
Pharrell made this so it's a million dollar beat (Straight up)
V12 VVS, I fell in love with heat (Straight up)
Walk in your section, you ain't reppin' 'bout nothin'
My invoice gon' be a million dollar fee (On God)
Hop in a Bentley and slide (And what?)
Reach for my chain and you die (Say what?)
You know my method, I'ma turn your shirt red, man
Then see your ass out high (On God)
Mama got a Benz, she smiled (21)
Then she got a house, she cried (21)
Nigga took the stand, he lied
Hell court in the streets and they gave his ass lies (Goddamn)
I'm gettin' bigger and bigger (And what?)
Your pockets little to little (21)
Put a hundred bands on your head
Now they jumpin' up and down playin' monkey in the middle
She swallow all my kids, she a bad babysitter
Kim Jong-Un and my past is a missile
Friend of the family, I hit all the sisters
The mama love me so she hit all my pistols (Straight up)

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Tyler, The Creator]
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out (It's bunny hop, nigga)
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out (Let me tell these niggas real quick)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Nah, I ain't heard of that
I hit the beach in a furry hat
She got a guy but she purrin' back
I'm lookin' like "Where he at?"
Nigga, get out the way, that girl my hay
Rock on my hand, nah, this ain't Dwayne
This shit neon yellow like pee on it
On both sides yeah, you could say I'm [?]
Got whips like slaves, the garage like "Yee-haw"
Horses, more car keys and I pee on it
One came with an umbrella like Rihanna
Nigga, let's be honest (Umm), be honest
Track needed life, nigga, so they put me on it
Nigga, you don't be on who be on and two
I got three kids, I think he just might put a sheet on it
Ice so white, motherfucker, you could ski on it (Switch it up)
Any stone I'm in, no less than six digits
Peep through the wolves, right-side, I sit in
Can't go to watch, you came with a dick in it
And skrrt on a plane, just me and my bitch in it
(They was talkin' 'bout a hundred million, baby)
Just know it's big business
Hands stay full with them racks like hit tennis
And no money phone, the account go get interest
Oh, you got that backin' from the backdoor
I got off of two-point-five from the last show
I declined 'cause the stage didn't match my ethos
(Hmm), they know that I'm sick with it
Quit playin' with you, hundo
While me, I dont' like violence but the guns do
'Cause that gorilla right there, he gon' hunt you
While me and my bitch countin' stars out the sunroof
And if you wanna flick up, I don't want to
And if you say "No cap", I ain't trust you
Nigga, I'm the headline, you a plus one
I got some brand new thoughts
And a new silk scarf, and my bitch do too
Double R talk and I got like two
Turbo on that bitch and they hit like zoom
In the mirror, who that nigga? I'm like you
Any time I do something, motherfuckers like "Woof, woof"

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Tyler, The Creator]
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out (Bunnyhop, bitch)
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out (Baudelaire, quit fuckin' playin' with me)
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out (I'll buy one of you niggas)
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out
Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out (21, 21)