Outta Here Lyrics – Money Man, Lil Yee, Lil Bean

Read the full Outta Here lyrics by Money Man, Lil Yee and Lil Bean along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Lil Yee]
Hold on, run that s*it back
(Reece, take em’ to church)
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Yee]
She on bars (Bars), 8215 popping ’cause she out of here (Out of here)
I’m a star, look at the roof of my car, said I’m out of here (I’m out of here)
She want more, I give her d!ck galore, b!tch, get out of here (Get out of here)
Rick Owens, she got on Michael Kors, b!tch, get out of here (Get out of here)

[Verse 1: Lil Yee]

N!ggas be biting, my swag (Swag), pullin my d!ck (Oh), I call him son, son (Son, son)
I be investing in war for me and my brothers, yeah, I bought some more guns (Bought some more guns)
Make sure your head on the swivel, when playing your cards and act like you know something (Act like you know something)
Hate when a n!gga be begging and b!tching and boasting, you can’t hold nothing (You can’t hold nothing)

[Verse 2: Money Man]
I put that s*it on her, be draped up in Fendi, she know I’m a star, so she loving my image
I’m pushing that ‘Rari, this s*it not a lemon, I’m serving that candy and serving that lemon
On two different ‘shrooms, n!gga, let down the windows, I altered the stick, had to speed up the tempo
We smacking s*it, you know we aim for the temple
We whacking s*it, turn your lil’ b!tch to a widow
Like Catholics, cross out the man in the middle
They abstinent, they never fought with a pistol
We having it, we make a storm, fu*k a drizzle
We after it, pull up with cannons and missiles
I’m on gin and 1942, b!tch, I’m out of here (I’m out of here)
Running up paper, all my weed infused, nothing but clouds in here (Clouds in here)
Louie V, she got Marc Jacobs on, b!tch, get out of here (Get out of here)
N!gga better have all of that pape’ he owe me or he’ll get downed in here (Downed in here)

[Chorus: Lil Yee]
She on bars (Bars), 8215 popping ’cause she out of here (Out of here)
I’m a star, look at the roof of my car, said I’m out of here (I’m out of here)
She want more, I give her d!ck galore, b!tch, get out of here (Get out of here)
Rick Owens, she got on Michael Kors, b!tch, get out of here (Get out of here)

[Verse 3: Lil Bean]
She tell me I’m rude, but not ’cause my jacket, she know I be mixing that s*it with the Ricky
I’m Allen Iverson, ain’t go to practice, but still I can pull up and drop a whole fifty
My brother been sipping that s*it for a decade, I told him, “Slow down, that s*it fu*k up his kidneys”
I tried to tell n!ggas, “You might live longer, hating on me? Go find you some business”
I’m pumping gas with my stick in my hand, I’m only popping this s*it ’cause I can
I’m so out of here, some s*it I can’t tell the ‘Gram, I got s*it from Japan
She like molly, mixed up with the water, let’s go molly world (Let’s go molly world)
Outer space, I’m in a GLS, let’s get out of here (Let’s get out of here)
Brand new Rollie, I won’t bust it down, ‘less them diamonds real (‘Less them diamonds real)
Don’t like rappers, you better tuck your chain, you’ll get robbed in here (You’ll get robbed in here)

[Chorus: Lil Yee]
She on bars (Bars), 8215 popping ’cause she out of here (Out of here)
I’m a star, look at the roof of my car, said I’m out of here (I’m out of here)
She want more, I give her d!ck galore, b!tch, get out of here (Get out of here)
Rick Owens, she got on Michael Kors, b!tch, get out of here (Get out of here)

[Outro: Lil Yee]
B!tch, get out of here (Out of here)
Out of here (Out of here)