Lyrics:
And cop my album please
We got the ganja surrounding good vibes in every place
I'm on a level unclouded by negativity
Nothing to say
Trees from the golden
shit
HMV at the cash register, girls tryin to make me buy CD's
Soft jazz and homo R&B
I ain't payin for that Allure shit
Walkin by Bloomingdales
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
hobby inspired by johnny gotti call me,
Give me the wallet because its time to collect,
V-S up in the johnny watch shining so clear
The face look
like
Put the mic down nigga
Aye
Another album in the mix
I'm bout to have them looking sick
Established underground rapper
Still will go platinum in this
Money Cash Money
W16s, I bet I lap money
I'm on my New York shit B, word son
A nigga hotter than me I ain't heard one
Fuck all the politics, this rap game
glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
It's our passion... what!?
[Run]
Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap
pakt, więc nie pytaj nas o koniec
Pieprzony cash, jak Johnny Cash, jak Johnny Depp
Zwiększony stres, zmierzony jest,
Bo to niby kumulacja, jakby dwie
close the place down we don't give a damn
Throw me a twenty in the tip jar, I'll play you some ole Johnny Cash
Make it a hundred and I'll even play
last
The better part of a round
I ain't missin
No look pass my legacy more than a piston
Playback cash
The Johnny inside of me strung this
All y'all
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
(Hit-boy)
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
Natural born hustler, nigga, stuntin' is my strong suit
Flexin' with a hunnid cash, look
new country is all about me but I love some Johnny Cash, Waylon, and Willie.
Respect the old school and make room for the new
Now tell me you don't
if
You ain't on some street shit
You feel me? I can't trust these niggas
808 Mafia uno
Cash, ha, you already know, nigga
Money bags, nigga, yeah, yeah
sounds
Like Elvis, Johnny Cash
And a little bit of Waylon Jennings
(You know that's true)
I still sip well water right out of the hose
Smoke so much weed
just a (fag?)
Just spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got
there's no gold, the only value money's got
Is the value we give it, while those on top
Collect fat stacks of cash flow by exploiting the poor
Everyone
been sayin'
And now we comin' for everybody who hatin'
From 06 through in
Everything is Shady's
Kill the cash hard
'Bout to smash frauds
Fuckin'
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
stepped on a bottle that was dropped by a fool
, He said friend, we'll recycle for cash, clean up the place and throw away the trash
So he did, now
shoot right over there" (fuck that man, yo)
"And, yo, them niggaz got the big cream over there"
"Aight, let's get this cash smooth, nigga"
"So chill"
spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got stacks and rubber bands up
Drug lord they're calling me a drug lord
(Brooklyn, Flatbush) drug lord
(2007) look
(ShakeDown)
Cash, cash, I gets hella cash
Shawty don't judge me,
and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit the streets with
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