Lyrics:
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
you can get this dick
I need the cash first - and the ass last
And we can blow dro in the Benz while I smash on the gas
So let a nigga pimp, and let
Fuck you saying now, me and TIP gon' cash out
And we got what these niggas ain't got
We got money
(But you know you don't want no smoke)
And we got what
Do you know what I mean
If looks could kill I got death on me
Yeah
Baby Dro put that shit on head to toe
Stepping on niggas I'm stepping on hoes
Be
the shoe fit
You pushin' up daisies, daffodils, tulips
I'm in my zone, I'm Angie Stoned
I point the pistol at you like a camera phone
I'm Young Money, Cash
all the paper from my
Wife and my children hold my mama shit
My grandmamma and daddy too
Now tell me what the FUCK
Was I supposed to do?
No money on my
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,
a kiss or a dance
The game is to exploit young ghetto kids
A straight pimp game, and there ain't no shame
And the shit's gone too far
100 hip-hop
was gray and the bullets was silver
Young Money on friend and my lady, my nigga
You front on your money, you quittin', my nigga
We kill you by
drunk
Don't get high, have 'em doin' drive-by's
Shit they never did, forgettin' about they kids
Moms babysittin', ain't seen her in a week
I'm a bad
drunk
Don't get high, have 'em doin' drive-by's
Shit they never did, forgettin' about they kids
Moms babysittin', ain't seen her in a week
I'm a bad
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
money out that bank)
(Stealin', stealin' all the motherfuckin' money out that bank)
(Maxo, Maxo, Maxo)
(Whoa, Kenny!)
Whoa like Kenny, mix the Dro
fuckin wit them chips nigga
We on a twenty-four/seven grind nigga
I guess we do it for the money
Y'all niggaz do it for the vine
Shit, we do it for tha
cheese cause we love the dough
Mami roll more trees before it's time to go
If you got cash money then you feel this shit
And if you rollin' on them
to go
If you got cash money then you feel this shit
And if you rollin' on them things then you feel this shit
If you drunk off in the club then you feel
nigga
You want some money out the streets
Get that shit in blood nigga
Riverdale lotta bangers
Lotta drug dealers
Selling Novacane and K2
She call me bae
a faggot bashing
Off that hash and dro
A mask and four four
I need cash to go
In a mist of war when its time for a nigga to die
He's always the last to know
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
throw metal in every hood I know
But not like the one I know
[Oschino]
We all started innocent
Eating Reese's Pieces
I was young, then wearing 5
my goon hungry, his eyes is red
But he clumsy, go whoops upside your head
We had dro' and po', suckas
Range Rovers flood up the rucka
Me
money that a young nigga makin' on a roll
And ya know that that's taylor, and I roll with mr. blow-it-by-the-oh (uh!)
They ain't livin' like that
They
everyday
Man need a new crib, new car, gotta change shit everyday, like a cashier
Me I'm in for the money never losing Every time I step out, own thing
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,
Discuss these cash money shit by young dro Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In