Lyrics:
Just got a new whip cash deposit
Shorty choosing cause we got a little money
Think I'm paying when she wanna do her body
Give you Armani before I
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
It's Cash Money young money never know money
It's 500 Degreez it's not four buddy
And the dro got me so scummy
And to drum hole a whole hundred
Can I put
goes, these young nigga don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!
So pass, outlast, 'bout cash
More sicky, talk
on, hold on, hold on
This song right here it's my nigga Currency The Hot Spitter (that's right)
Heard me? First artist off of Young Money Cash Money
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
top rank, Slim Thug gon' talk the talk
Walk the walk, we can bet ball for ball
We some paid young G's, with too much cash
Too much flow and do',
I'm in the game
Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade
Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side
Epedemic, Dope Ridas, Cash Money, Terror Squad
Dade County, I do this fo'
piece attracting your car
We got too much green, and that's real by far
Too much money, too much cash
All why'all haters, can kiss our ass
We got
top rank, Slim Thug gon' talk the talk
Walk the walk, we can bet ball for ball
We some paid young G's, with too much cash
Too much flow and do',
money's much old
And shorty got crazy paper
Cash Money's my army, my navy paper
Understand, Weezy is made of paper
I got "Baby" paper
(Get that
(I can't make this up)
Me and money got married (I can't make this up!)
Do it playa do tha shit (I can't make this up)
I seen you niggas back in '06
paper this cash will make you go crazy
Don't ask no questions just pay me
My stock is stashed on the daily
On top of the world, ma!
Smell like money
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
Ballin like im in the league
Money magnet in these streets
Different breed up in the sheets
Young n*gga
Love to put a bitch to sleep
I get
be my number one
Forever young, mama I just want to' to have some fun
Don't try to ever take my cash from me
You mine as well, jump of a cliff you
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
welcome to the burying
Or I hang you on the wall like a art gallery
You got short salary, and I got long money
I got Cash Money, I got Young Money, bitch
for the money and
I'll hit it 'til you wobbly
So come up in it, let's get with it
Can't see shit, I got them windows tinted
Since a little baby boy
In
the streets, so I live by the code
Fitna let these pussy niggas just know
I'm on a mission, yeah, I'm about to blow
Smoke on opp like I do some dro
Yeah, where I
my style I'm the captain no crown
Bagging my swag from the tab that I had
Watch me back up the flow with the bounce
Scooping the dro by the ounce
Stuck
They know I'm the leader bro
And I got my reefer rolled
Bank account got hella os
Sit back and we gon blow this dro
They know we incredible
Lame shit
cash shit
Pretty Young Thing, still ratchet
Waist on slim, snatched it
You pick the vibe, either way I'm gone match it
Got the crystal to protect me in
body sittin' on chrome
Hood On Swole, Everybody on lean
I'm smokin' on dro with a hoodrat bitch
Goons on the line and they ain't got shit
But we good
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