Lyrics:
ya)
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)
I'm the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive
[Verse 2: Reeks]
It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
Breathin' dro colored Benz's
all about getting that cash (money)
Said, it's all about getting that cash (money)
Said, it's all about getting that cash (money)
Said, it's all
If Cash Rules Everything Around Me
Guess I'm the cream
Dinero
Money making Mitch in this hustlers regime
A Go getter gotta get it that's by any means
the place to be)
(Andre 3000, shout out to public housin') (cash) (bitch)
(I brought the whole hood with me)
You got red dirt in your Afro
(Young Hov' in
dope
Money come and money go
Ain't gotta tell me shit I know
How you think I ain't went broke shit
Young nigga move that dope
Ridin thru here with them
money calling
Knocked down on my ass bounce back wow wow
I don't like the crowds so I'm smoking dope solo
Smoking dro
Posted by my lone
Posted by my lone
Yeah, got me on my Young Money shit
No Cash Money, just Young Money shit
Wooh, got me on my Young Money shit
My nigga Chaz Ortiz in this bitch with me
THEY WANTED THE VIBE
THEY WANTED THE DRO
SO F*CK IT IM BRINGING THE BOAT LOAD
(BOAT LOAD)
I CAN TELL HE AINT ONE OF THE GUYS
ALL THAT MONEY SH*T IS
THEY WANTED THE VIBE
THEY WANTED THE DRO
SO F*CK IT IM BRINGING THE BOAT LOAD
(BOAT LOAD)
I CAN TELL HE AINT ONE OF THE GUYS
ALL THAT MONEY SH*T IS
Anybody doubtin in my way is gettin turned to garnish
Fuck it shit you better buckle in
Never leave ya harness
Smokin on the dro mailman flow cos i deliver
sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out
The lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that rage flow
Cash Money, Young
can't cash me
You gon' scratch me, you can't match me
She by my face boy, she so nasty
I win this race boy, you can't pass me
You try to chase boy you
to the gwap please believe I get it (cash)
My paint so wet, looks like you been swimmin' (ho)
Money so thick a nigga can't even fold it (nope)
So much money
(Yeah)
(Chea)
It's Yung Cash
(It's Yung Cash)
(What's good Yung Cash)
All you lame ass niggas talking shit
(Yeah I heard em)
That's why your bitches
and Stunna bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, Cash Money off the diet
I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze
But those who was in the days when
chased by the fat cat
The muthafucka tryin to run it in the hole
Ain't goin, a muthafucka betta hold that shit
We young niggaz don't hold that shit
If you
Money over hoes (that guap) 3 way nigga
I got niggas throwing 4s (3 way 4 way)
I got problems
I got niggas dead and gone (all my niggas)
I got young
care bout no clout
I get the cash it's not in my account
Just sold a feat made some money on the couch
Said I wouldn't be shit now they mad like ouch
Kobe like I'm Money Man
Choppa make 'em dance like the running man
Choppa make 'em dance like the running man, ay
Ay, pop my shit
Young nigga, pop yo'
that bitch in my Lotus
She fuck with me in a mobile
Get this money by myself
Counting hundreds by myself
Counting all these commas, spending all
been hustling damn near shit all my life
Gangstas gangstas tho yo hands n the sky
Money making is my model is you feeling my vibe
Confirmations over
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