Lyrics:
Ya'll better make some room
Johnny's made his way into town
If you got some cash, unlock it
Take it out your pocket
It's going to a greater cause,
and doing time
Behind the chicken wire
Runnin' high on life and hungry
Playin' like we needed the money 'cause we did
Had a ball gettin' black
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
baby
And pack a 380
And ride calm by the po-pos with dope in the Mercedes
And known to be a lady
And massage me with hennessy and weed when she bathe me
TO THE BAG
NEARLY CRASHED BY INCHES
TRANNA TO TRADE THE CASH
FOR THE PROSPERITY AND BRING IT BACK TO THE TRENCHES
UH
HEAVY WHEN WE FLOSS
DRIPPING IN WATER LIKE
5 baby mothers
1 live on my block
Shinin' in the club
Chickens showin' love
Cash bubblin' from pimpin' and drugs
He a real pretty cat
He get
I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move, because you're standing still
Walk the line, Johnny show me what your cash can do
Top gun, think I'm
To be a pimp in this day and age you don't need a Jheri curl
Y'all slid once and won a battle but lost the war as a whole
Don't test me like I'm Johnny
they clean that
Laundromat for that clean cash
You sipping syrup while they getting digits
Eating chicken gizzards and a sea crab
Black man never
Just me, Joe
Get a black man puttin' up your name
No, don't play with my cash
I put my foot in your ass
Cause we ass, boy, don't write a check
That
will mash
If you ain’t got that jukebox on Johnny Cash
Well, a redneck loves his truck, loves his woman, loves to shoot a buck
Four by fours slinging
we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
As I walk in the shadow
Oh hello please
You can call me "DJ Not Nice"
I run a drycleaning service in Detroit
You want black-belt? Ten dollar cash?
No ticket, no laundry!
to school pigeons
Feathers gettin' plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot
ball of wax ceasar
Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista
Wally Moc' have tie, swimmin trunks
Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice
dot on the map
I see y'all in the back (I see y'all in the back)
Back in the way back
Tippin' that beer back
Like a Johnny cash jet black Cadillac
While resting the other evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold
His face was all brown and wrinkled from
the pro, flowin without question, recollectin
On shit I did in the past, blaze and get Cash like Johnny
Need me? In the back wit the fat sack of chronic
Hey, don't trip
Hey, don't quit
Hey, don't slip
Hey, yah trick
I'm sick of just getting by
I'm sick of playing the bad guy
I'm sick of just getting
I'm flyin' (Hey)
Shootin' for the stars in my city
I'm a giant (Uh)
The black Johnny Cash
Cut a check like Joe Biden (Ayy)
It's Jack in my glass, you
a card mechanic
Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash
Luckiest man in Dallas County
He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache
And he loved his
to look at me
But don’t tease me girl
You know who you are, you make it easy it girl
I’m like Johnny with the cash now
Sip a little Johnny on the rocks
I
Freaks dancin' in a line like Soul Train
To get your pride up, that extra push
Niggaz lookin' for the time of their life, coppin' a rush
Yo I know sis',
God knows why..why..why
Ohhhhh..they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
and Say HEY HEY
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