Lyrics:
(if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead)
Ribbon is red, thats how we play it,
An up town C-M-B blood till I'm dead,
That's what I said, I put
And that's the only way we getting down, nigga
Cash Money, C-M-B, man
You already know, we here, never left, fuck 'em
See me if you got a problem, boy
I'm
on fuckin' her
And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on fuckin' up
But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up
We don't give a fizzuck, my nigga,
Flame up and toast let it get sparkin' up in here
You don't make out alive very often up in here
I'mma speak on behalf of the C.M.B. partna
I'm a sweep
block, I hang hang
Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My sell is ten a ki
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it's him or me
I pop
shots through your 6V (6V)
Heads bust if ya really think it's CMB
And I know you all know about Slim and be
We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy
on these bitches, get money on these bitches
Two-fifty on the wrist, nigga, we be the illest
We be the realest, CMB niggas
Uptown soldier with the money
dollars on the wrist nigga we be the illest
We be the realist
C-M-B nigga
Uptown soldier with the money to the ceilin'
Shinin' like a diamond from
on fuckin' her
And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on fuckin' up
But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up
We don't give a fizzuck, my nigga,
And that's the only way we getting down, nigga
Cash Money, C-M-B, man
You already know, we here, never left, fuck 'em
See me if you got a problem, boy
I'm
cells
My floor shinin' from marble
From across the canal
In my position we make nothin' but G's
Your jewelry say you belong to CMB
Don't hit us cause we
more unique when I do more of the Percs
No more CMB, and, sure, it hurts
But I'm more complete, wish I knew more at first
Get a check, get another
city, for my hoes, for my critics
See its TTG, trained to go, time to grind, no more CMB
Excuse my French, but you know where you can mwah, yeah
Excuse
pussies come with walls I hope you run into your own
Nigga I come with that heroin flow
I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead
I ain't worried
told me be a G
You tryna get up in the door, got to see a key
Now nigga we in the house like a B&E
My nigga Marty held us down, we was CMB
No Nino, no G
We number one!
(Yeah, so fresh, so fly)
We number one on this rap shit!
(Yeah dirty)
We number one on the charts
(C.M.B., yeah)
I'm number
got you on lock down
This nigga here from CMB
Roll with a clique about 20 deep
Cause I made a mill', it don't mean
I ain't gonna keep it real with my
like it's war
Now g-spot and my man Lil Wayne
We come to the booth we
Bring that freestyle pain
It's BET, it's the TIG
We holdin' it down for the CMB
I'm
Supa blanco… we here
Uh, uh… t-Streets weezy baby
Birdman, the D Boys, yah cMB, yah
The Birdman November 26th biatch!
gettin
Down nigga Cash Money CMB man
You already know we here neva left fuck 'em
See me if you got a problem boy
I'm at home all day man it's not a game
nigga
Im hot
Gimmie my shit cMB baby I love my bitch
Yeah, that ain't fair, but I don't care
Ima mother fuckin cashmoney millionare
We number one! (yeah, so fresh, so fly)
We number one on this rap shit!
(yeah dirty - dirty low key)
We number one on the charts! (CMB, yeah)
I'm
I'M FOCUSED!
But my bitch done got snobbish - I'M FOCUSED!
CMB re-polished - swished a few niggas
Flipped a few niggas shit I might miss a few
Niggas,
this nigga
Well let me get to my hustle (hustle)
I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles)
I got ki's in the muffler
Birdman daddy CMB motherfucker
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