Lyrics:
scripture
Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid
I signed my deal with my AP on
In the drop top with the AC on
Stuntin' with Cash Money, get my
(Intro)
Oh, I.
Need you in my life.
Oh, want you right by my side.
Ou, you know you my ride or die.
(Bridge)
I've been through so many things, so
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
22
the T-Streets
I need 3 more for Chris, B and T
I'm a fool with it, just a young elite
Shit, what the Hell? You can't blame me
This the fast life, get your cash
You can keep the haters my nigga
I'll take the Muhfucking money
100 after 100
Sunday to Sunday, Let's Go
You keep the haters and bring me the cash
I
[Chorus]
You wan beef (I got dat)
Dope (I got dat)
Hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot
Money coming in like the shit free
When you in these streets you don't get no sleep
How he say he the plug, but them number steep?
Not the Trackhawk?
I ain't never had shit
Not a pot to piss, window to throw it out of
Sherm got me high get your ass in the shower
Took one pull, shit told her it
I got a whole lot of work
Weight the shit out and bag it
Im feeling like im frank lucas the way that i serve the blue magic
Like I'm young dro
young hoe, I just blow some cash on my young hoe
Fuckin' up this cash with my young niggas, fuckin' up some bands with my young niggas
Niggas in
and don't share shit, shit
You feel me?
Pull up flexin' wit my chains on
'Member being broke, now my money long
This a young flexin' nigga theme song
Pull up
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
M-Dub in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
Candy paint on d's and fo's
[Verse 1: Murphy Lee]
Yo, Ayyo I eat, sleep, shit
And remember, nigga
I was young too, let's go
Made it out the hood and some, I'm on my fourth passport
God gave me all this shit, I ain't have to ask for it
robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
Nah nigga I don't know who sent them young boys through
To air the strip, shit just be
It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know
couldn't sell that coke
When I was young, it was hard to tell
If I grow up and be rich as hell
See, I was cool I knew all the shit
Big bank on my finger
We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin' the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
come
She my little honeybun
She the baddest
She a savage like she 21
She go where the money go
She blowin' up plenty dro
Leave a trail of broken hearts
More money
More stacks , more sauce
More stacks , more sauce
clways ready for the action
I got cash in-transit
Im young
Young & dangerous
Im young
for the real niggas who
Ain't see this year (Hold up)
Open your eyes
Open your eyes Cash Money has a new face
(yeah, ugh)
And we gon tie the shit up
It's beautiful to see the click, live comfortable
To the young black entrepreneurs
Get rich, get money, get paper, get paid
Keep yourself laced,
the Ghetto you—- th Never Joking , park a money ,
To build mansions , buy cars —- make mama Happy …
Telling you a real fact , Bro this SHIT ain’t Funny ,
shit and money ain't nothing
And if it ain't nothing and then it gotta be something
And if it something and then it gotta be nothing
And if he ain't
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