Cashed Out

This is my life, where the fuck do I begin?

I'll take what you got,

This is Hollywood Undead

Motherfuckers 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 fucking stud

Champagne bonbons

And you know it's nonstop

Pouring out these bottles

Like Niagra on a drop-top

I forget everything, yeah, I 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 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, g-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 we 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, g-got me cashed out

Spending all this money, high as fuck,

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 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, g-got me cashed out

Spending all this money, high as fuck,

Ain't coming back down