Lyrics:
cause this is real thug shit nigga!
It's a thug world we live in a thug world it's a thug world t-h-you-g
It's a thug world we live in a thug world it's
Money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know
Blowin dro on 24's
That's how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, cars and clothes,
It's all about this money, kid
It's all about this money, CREAM
Y'na'mean? I gotta get it, son
I gotta get it, my pocket's hurt again
(Cash rules
however you want it cop a fo' and then split
Hustle hard and work your way up 'til you holdin' a brick
Cop an ounce of this 'dro I got the flyest shit in
an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case
Look me in my eyes, look me in my face
Do it look like this young man came to play
Ohhh na na na it dont
Got my lil shawty tripping on the phone
She gone
Bitch I got cash I make money when i'm sleeping
Young nigga hustling, i make money when im singing
Bitch nigga hatting but I know that he be creeping
the pot
Want to fuck your girl but i only want the top
Money so green like a fucking tree top
Yeah i got plugs in the A send for the low
Prince of the shit
matter what amount's in your account
Being rich, without the grace of God's blessing
Money don't mean shit
My work the best on planet earth so I never
it off
We been shooting, fighting, robbing
Niggas have been stabbing
We them paralyzed niggas
And left them handicapping
Yo want some Cash Money
just a (fag?)
Just spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got
Used to have to eat cold meals
Now a nigga offin' gold seals
Countin' up money getting chills
We some young niggas on for real
Tokyo drift through
cause this is real thug shit nigga!
It's a thug world we live in a thug world it's a thug world t-h-you-g
It's a thug world we live in a thug world it's
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
Shinin', grindin' on the shine
Flip it all the time
When we hustlin', Young Money gunnin'
Cash Money flippin', shit them every time
When we
the dash on these niggas, ooh
I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa
I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh
I break the bank, I blow the bank, what (Young
If you want it, boy, you sure can get it
You ain't heard
It's Cash Money and that Carolina, nigga
They call me gangsta, gangsta (yeah)
Weezy,
to this cash shit
Pound of dro it's wrapped up in the plastic
I'm in the V-twizzy see the cops I gas it
But I'm Frank Lucas got the
Shit up in the casket
Supercharge all of my cars, and I'm goin' to Mars
And this money ain't changed (Mars)
Took off my top, I'm exposin' the brains
I got young niggas ready
as shit
And when I get questioned about depression, I'm denying it
Life's a bitch, yeah, she really blows
Really doe, I don't mean it like them silly ho's
I
bonfire
Hell with a Blair Witch, I tear up shit by the gunfire
Young esquire, wise guy extraordinaire
In the Forbes 2000, you best believe I'm in there,
bonfire
Hell with a Blair Witch, I tear up shit by the gunfire
Young esquire, wise guy extraordinaire
In the Forbes 2000, you best believe I'm in there,
I got a battery it cover lungs so I smoke on this dro it gon charge up my lungs
I'm rolling these woods while I'm sippin on mud
Shit get to stickin
dro in this rental
Told brody get rid of that yayo
They cutting that sh*t with the fentanyl
And all of my moves be intentional
I love when her schedule
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