Lyrics:
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',
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',
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',
got too much money, too much cash
I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue
much money, too much cash
I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue that
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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',
But that'll never happen
Take this war shit deeply
My young niggas starving in them
Trenches and they need me
They like, "Meek Milly
Won't you spit that
I'm way to afraid to trust
I rather get the money. And go and get brain from one of these brainless sluts, young Czzle
Nigga
Rands Money,Cash Moola
the Birdman
Won't waste my time, torch you in freak sand
I look at gettin Cash Money like a sport
Smoke a Newport, then finish yo ass with one thought
Niggas
don't need a bulletproof vest
I took a .45 'till the stomach can kill him !
Young Dro !
Three, this shit dope
Bitch I'm hot but the whip cold
(?)
call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but
money (Ain't gettin' no money baby)
My brother got life in the pin that shit ain't funny (Aye free my brother)
He coming young nigga gettin' money
I'm
of that money and
Get a stack of the 'dro
Better back it up money before
They crack through the dome
I got a pack of them niggas that
Leave a crack in yo
Young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it, I'm just young and I don't give a shit
I just want the money, y'all
leave as fast as I cum like a new Ferrari
Got out of jail I'm tryna cash in like monopoly
Bae I like to make new roads
Fuck new hoes while I smoke new Dro
gone
And they all disappear
Now I'm solo riding in my lolo
Still blowing dro and getting dodo
Won't stop for no hope
Its bout the money in the end
So
world (world)
Free that nigga
On my young nigga shit
It ain't nothing you can tell me
I got money on my line (moolah)
I'm talking cash on my cell-y (ring)
and ball out of control
Pop the bottle after bottle til I fall out on the floor
Surrounded by dro clouds, they be like "No smokin"
I laugh at their bitch
ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy
I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine
We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind
Damn, them bitches bad, and she got a ass
That shit never last
I just want the cash, I just want the cash
Switchin' lanes in the Cad', I'm a fool
(Fool)
on a mission, you see
There's money that I'm missin'
I got 'em posted
Told 'em "Move and I'ma murder y'all"
You and all the trouble goin'
Through by servin' y'all
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
Play O-Dog in Menace and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin' the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin' that cash in
Think
(What? What?)
Need them bands, bitch (What? Cash)
I just bet all my motherfuckin' bands
(What? Yeah)
See that money dancing, nigga, on the ground
Shit
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