Lyrics:
Young tune motherfucker no anime
Doctor carter motherfucker come to amputate
Cash money too much money to calculate
Young money that new shit in ya
Money is the object, hot shit
Bitch I got a sauna on my arm
Six figure, with no diamond reach a million Vacheron
They just talk about they got it
I'm
a group of young bitches and they stupid dumb thick
I’m the marathon man, all I do is run shit
A sophisticated convict, superficial, still official
I got guns, hoes, money, dro
Cars, boats, you should know
Dogs, bros, squad goals hold up, whoa
You name it guns, hoes, money, dro
Cars, boats, you
bitches like Young Kobe
Got spanish bitches hey Young Kobe
My purple-yellow nigga Young Kobe
24 mil niggas want know
Nigga you don’t know shit
From a can
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah)
Money, money I got, money
up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what'd you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some
That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team
don't mean the club
I'm talking 'bout my crib, mama, I'm trying to fuck
It's cash money baby, it's young money, bitch
Now you can swallow that or you
Cash
Like "You need some weed bro?"
Cash look, ain't reply, he kept walkin', side eye,
But he don't know that Cash could rob
Him for his shit and make
jury be VVSes
Kated by DTSes
Like Khalid shit we the best and
I tell em hoes I don't wanna talk
Just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they
Can
of grands to be calling mine
If they want some money too
Lyric or flow lyric
My mind can't decide
Brain fucked bro
The dro did it
Look I'm in my zone init
Im So Reckless im so im so
Reckless im so im so
Reckless im so im so
Reckless spending all this cash
Money on Money
Money on Money
Money on money
yo' league, I smell like Creed, walk by and smell money
Fly them bales in right to your doorstep, that's mail money
Young bull did his first hit
I get legit and fast money
I just want that cash money, cash money
I can spend it like it's my last money
I just want that cash money, cash money you
shit
Oh yeah, believe that
Who we rolling with?
We rolling with Cash Money
Oh, I forgot about peace, peace
I mean, piece of pussy, piece of land,
pulling drank and dro
Put 100 grand up just to get that ho
Next day right back on the block for more, noo
Attention! All my G's getting money hit the dance
ol' fly shit out
Word up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go
(Dolla dolla
Say we bluffing cos ain't nothing in the knappy sack Okay see, it's E-money, we don't carry cash
Yeah
Two young legends going back to back
All about
rage flow
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be
Watch me dust my Js off
Dancin to the ATM
I got some shit paid it off
Paid it with a couple Yen
That’s how I start my day off
Blowin dro off in
better
Doesn't money make everything better?
Fuck it, yeah Young Money, Cash Money
Young Money, Cash Money, Young Money
Cash money big money, beyotch! hehe
at your head my nigga
Cash Money 'til I die, even if I go broke, I still wouldn't beg to differ
I'm off vapors, I heart paper, no sharp paper, better get
a group of young bitches and they stupid dumb thick
I'm the marathon man, all I do is run shit
A sophisticated convict, superficial, still official
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