Lyrics:
and backsliders
All day bullshittin', necklaces and homicides
Cash Money niggas, they don't play that shit
Thugged Out niggas, we don't play that shit
it
They know that I got it
They know that I got it
Now I'mma Cash Money nigga like Wayne (Like Wayne)
Cash Money nigga like baby (Like baby)
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
On the low, what's up with you ho
Bitches smokin' dro bet you know
Bust like forty four
When I spit that flow 'cuz we go hard
Like that shit they
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',
The Juice, I'm In Tha Kitchen Bustin Moves,
A Rich Young Nigga With A Pimp Attitude,
On Like Shit But Dont Wipe Me Down,
Let Me Hit Some Dro So It Can Calm Me
streets on lock (lock)
Other niggas block roll but
My block never stop (stop)
Don't you know I'm pushin rocks
Stashin cash in your socks
Young TOE and Pimp
Hit the A, tell Charlie hold up
Call my nigga Dro, pull a rose up
Body shit looking like a tour bus
I'm clean in this bitch leaning like
They selling
Me
Different Color Mink Shit Wrist Full Of Pink Shit
U Dealin With A King Lil Buddy U Need To Be Thick
Ay Young Jizzle Gettin Money Anyway
U Make It
Be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead
I walk around like I gotta s on my chest
I walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest
I
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',
Drugs and weed, they feel so right
Living fast, living free
Bitch, that's me
Got my mind on my money
Drugs and weed, they never run me
Got my squad by my
Understand that I'ma pop your shit
I hit the spliff, wait, I just smoked, mane
Young nigga been had the smoke, mane
You niggas can come get smoked, mane
Bring
Money, Cash, Hoes, Money, Cash, Hoes
Money, Cash, Hoes, Money, Cash, Hoes
Money, Cash, Hoes, Money, Cash, Hoes
Money, Cash, Hoes, Money, Cash, Hoes
up, I'm the young Johnny Cash, money
Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money (ayy, woo, ayy)
I think I'm Jack-in-the-Box 'cause I stay up in them
on soles
Got that big pump shoulder lean Young Dro
Nigga get a halo by the time he hit the floor
cint no safety in yo hood they'll get you right in yo store
Rage Rov
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
and backsliders
All day bullshittin', necklaces and homicides
Cash Money niggas, they don't play that shit
Thugged Out niggas, we don't play that shit
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',
talk this cash
Let’s talk this money
(Zzzsyris)
Let’s talk this cash
Let’s talk this cash
I count racks
She got ass
Hit that shit from the back
Beat that
Me and all my riders
Floatin' on tires
Smokin' dro higher
Like my money piled up
Me and all my riders
Floatin' on tires
Smokin' dro higher
Like my
shit
Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
I stay high all the time (man, I'm on some hood shit)
Give me some dro, purple haze
Where there's money, yeah I'm the shit honey (WOO!!!)
Hood nigga with the rubberband grip money
If I go broke I make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah
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