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Cashin' Out

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Lyrics

Intro: Drake & Jorja Smith

(Yeah)

Table's getting crowded.

(Too crowded)

Let's cash out.

(Lead the way)

Verse 1: Drake

I'm reading the room like I'm reading a tell

The DJ is slipping, the energy fell

Got three different people trying to order a drink

On my tab, while I'm just trying to think

I look to my right, see you checking your phone

We both know this ain't where we're ending up, though

I got the black car waiting right in the lane

Let's step out the back, let them stay in the frame

(Trust me)

I see the bouncer, I give him the nod

We're beating the rush, we're beating the mob.

Pre-Chorus: Jorja Smith

You gotta know when to hold 'em

Know when to fold 'em

Know when to walk away

Before the morning sun

We don't need to count the bottles sitting at the table

Grab your jacket, let's run.

(Let's go)

Chorus: Drake & Jorja Smith

Let's lose the crowd

The music's too loud

We're cashing out

Come to my LA house

(To your LA house)

Yeah, come to my LA house

We beat the rush now

Come to my LA house

(Yeah)

Verse 2: Jorja Smith

I'm tipping the waitress and grabbing my bag

This section is tired, the conversation's a drag

I saw how you looked when they brought out the sparklers

We're way past the point of just hiding in corners

(I'm over it)

So give me the aux cord as soon as we sit

I want the bass heavy, I want the tempo to hit

We played a good hand, but I'm ready to leave

Got nothing left to prove, got nothing up my sleeve.

Pre-Chorus: Drake & Jorja Smith

'Cause you gotta know when to hold 'em

Know when to fold 'em

Know when to walk away

Before the night is done

We don't need to count the bottles sitting at the table

Got the keys, let's run.

(Let's run)

Chorus: Drake & Jorja Smith

Let's lose the crowd

The music's too loud

We're cashing out

Come to my LA house

(To your LA house)

Yeah, come to my LA house

We beat the rush now

Come to my LA house

(Take me to your LA house)

Bridge: Drake & Jorja Smith

Ten minutes away

(Going up the canyon)

Nothing left to say

(Leave it on the table)

Got the keys in my hand

(We played the game)

Yeah, that's the plan.

(Show me)

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