Lyrics The Rangers – Cashed Up, Stacked Up

HOOK
Cashed up, stacked up
Hit the mall and act up
Flexin like a muthafuckin actor

Verse 1:
Okay now what I floss, my middle finger
To these little haters that be trynna get a picture
Got a bad lil dime, I ain’t got the time
I gotta bench these bars, on the incline
What you want beef? no need for the heinz
You can’t ketchup or level up, no need for your pride
Thats just how I feel, and yo girl she a hottie
I’m just being honest she like me touching her body
Then I smash then pass, straight up to the bro
You already know tho, thats it YO-LO-GO-woah
Thats you on the pole, then bust it on the floor and let the little bros go
Thats another assist, yo chick know I’m the shit
Body shaped like a coke and Ima sip to them hips
Flip you upside down and watch you drip
Bugatti body, bet the race on my pink slip

HOOK
Cashed up, stacked up
Hit the mall and act up
Flexin like a muthafuckin actor
Smashed her, passed her
My whole team is done with her

Verse 2:
I said I’m cashed up and I’m racked out
Push to start then I back out
Fuckin in a cage match I always make the bitch tap out
Ass up, face down
Coulda sworn I threw her back out
Now I’m six deep up in the club
Talk shit and you’ll get packed out
DROP
Just like ya chick, she claim she not a ratchet hoe
Said she don’t fuck on the first night
We all know she ratchet tho
You treat her like the police
You go and put them cuffs on her
I treat her like the police
If she real bad I just bust on her
Uh, my baddest chick I think she blasian
She flaming, she blazin, stumbling I think she faded
She drunk, she faded, don’t know half the shit I’m saying
She just want the D, let me stop playin
Plumber with the pipe she lovin every inch I’m laying
Spring a leak then hit her peak now she can’t stop sprayin
I be gone before the morning cus I ain’t really wit the stayin
I be flying over seas because they won’t stop payin

HOOK
Cashed up, stacked up
Hit the mall and act up
Flexin like a muthafuckin actor
Smashed her, passed her
My whole team is done with her
Sorry bro, I didn’t know you loved her
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Verse 3:
My money long so she show up in nothin but thongs
Tell me beat it up right, her nigga do it wrong
Give her that thug passion, tear it up to pac songs
She got ambitions as a rider get her pac on
She said she love me cus I go and get my guap on
I love the dome so I lead her on and play along
Shit, I love you too, x and o’s
But I’m a real player with intercontinental hoes
Since I was fourteen intercontinental shows
Purple money in the safe thats intercontinental dough
My name is dayday still my payday if you didn’t know
I like my money fast and for my hoes to suck it slow
Yeah, cash to the ceiling
Give em that ATL big leech feeling
I’m freeway ricky in the 80s I’m killin
Got the IRS trippin we ain’t dealing
RANGER GANG whats up?

HOOK