Lyrics:
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Mo-ney Millionairs
So take it there
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Yellow PT
I'm from Atlanta
Bad bitch I'm fuckin' from Mobile Alabama
Kevin Hart shit cuz I keep me a black hammer
Lil bra sweet so we push up to clap at him
Lil
ya momma (momma)
Repeat 1
[Wayne]
It's Cash Money youngest nigga
Right around ten figgas
That's what I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh) perkin'
Money
snakes slithering
Dark Knight, I'm Bruce Wayne
Tied to my city, bound down by the chains
Make moves on the road
Step back, pass the rock to my boy Joe, he
not enough for scatpacks
My lil change imma keep and stack until my cash back
Im stuffin grams in my socks and cash in my backpack
My lil homie into
bling
I'm a hot boy just like Lil Wayne
Cash money records, man, I need me a chain
Gettin' money like Slim and Birdman
I'm the best thing comin' up in
And like Wayne said
I won't be surprise when she ask me where the cash at
Is it zelle or cash app
I kid and play I'm a class act
A scientist to you lab rats
get played by no hoodrat
Dog, she ain't no Hoodrat
Watch how you talk about her
When it come to lil' Mama
Man I get down for her
I know I shouldn't
own fame.
Wanna make my own monies
Like my name is Lil Wayne
Makin millions.
Pushin through the smoke
Make it to the top
Like I’m mates With Eminem.
fame.
Wanna make my own monies
Like my name is Lil Wayne
Makin millions.
Pushin through the smoke
Make it to the top
Like I'm mates With Eminem.
(Yeah,
gangsta shit
Then push me a lil too far
Cause street niggas might not quite
You gone have to call the law
Niggas keep they stash in they ass
Round where
a big move
Don't apply urself
I move rite and chase the bag Nigga by myself
I finished last stayed in class
By myself
It looks like I'm about to cash out
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 tha?
Twenty two that,
more fun not being skied by Neem
Handling with Joe and Haak is really blast
They catch all of my throws, even a shitty push pass
Learning the sets took
for it
Lotta rappers want cash forever, gotta put more than your words towards it
Lotta rappers they sleep on me, I'll tuck you in the shirt formal
[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
could do anybody, it don't- (Ghost Weed)
(Yo, do one of them Tribe niggas) yo, listen
Name somebody, I bet you (somebody do Lil Wayne)
Phife
Phife
pay up and it's all there (uh huh)
Came a long way from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil
leave you in a trance, trance
Now when I kick the game, I get the names up in the trance
I'm in the in the iller ranges, Lil Wayne, me and my mans
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 tha?
Twenty two that,
I'm sayin', I finally found the right girl for me
I'm sayin' you, you my nigga dog
So you ain't gotta worry bout Lil' Mama comin' between we dude
was use their LITTLE JON
The owner looked like he
Was from WAYNE's world
I start to get DIZZY RIGHT then and hurl
That man's screaming you LIL CHUCKee
Mannie Fresh, Lil' Wayne and Turk
Baby and BG
The HB's with Strings on the cd-Its all gravy
Wait till you see us on TV
I'm Juvenile it ain't hard for you
fun my nigga
(nah) i'm a big grape, you a fraud ass nigga
(bitch) 'Round here that'll get your
Ass dumped lil nigga (on crip)
I got a whole lot of cash
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