That be that cash money piece, throw a wrest on the dead
T R OK
I don't go around like I got a s on my chest
I don't go around like I got a s on my chest
I don't go around like I got a s on my chest
That be that cash money piece to throw a wrest on the dead
UGH
It's time to straighten with a dead, then another dead
It's time to straighten with a dead, then a naked dead
That gonna sit on a naked dead, then a naked dead
I mean it's been but every single day
Reporting from Kim's kind of store, Halleco 17 kind of fall
Riding through the city in a tonk or tall, I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur
Only Rod Sheppard never drive before, in my coop doors open like plaza doors
Yapp, red thick grimmet, uh, eyes a door, I'm a whore, you know that I'm a whore
Yapp, cash money, cash money, monster bars
Mop your bitch, even a cop's a whore, and you stay your own beep, then I got your bar
I just let the big mac walk the bar, see my dread-tangin' like a neck-a-rasta boy
But put my roster and I turn into Mufasa boy
We run up in your caster bar and blast off like Nasa boy
I woke up real, like I got a S on my chest
That be the cash money piece, no rest in the dead
It's time to say the record date in the midday, baby
Cash money, cash cash money, I woke up real, like I got a S on my chest
That be the cash money piece, no rest in the dead
Cash money is an arm and nigga better know it's gravy if you ever fuck with young and if you ever fuck with baby
Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80s
Bunch of young niggas poppin' off and they springin'
Up in the early, we thinkin' for the sunshine
Got to get my bling, gon' reach for my Chrome 9
Kiss mama, cause we goin' out and get mines
Next nigga in line, 17 on the ground
Shoot first, nigga not seein' mines, big purses, million dollar headline
Five drops, OG the last big time, large to the game, nigga till it's my time
Like father, like son, nigga this time
Junior got the fame and the game mastermind
200 on the dash, nigga watch me mash
Doing donors in my hood, gettin' paper bags
I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be the cash money piece, no rest in the dead
Cash money, cash cash money
Cash money, cash cash money
It's time to say the nigga babe and the nigga babe
It's time to say the nigga babe and the nigga babe
Ribbon is red, that's how we played, an uptown CMB blood till I'm dead
That's what I said, I put some change in your head
If you ever cross a line, nigga it's nothin' but bread
Fifty shots, I'm hot, nigga we won't stop
From puttin' candy on the slab, nigga stirring these pots
Put the ham on the jam, nigga pull it and pops
And put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' these knots
Bitch I'm a bouse, bitch bitch I'm a bouse
And buried me like my father on a cross
And carried my teen ice shell over a cross
Sure they got that game on lock, like a vault
Busy baby, cayenne pepper, no salt
When loose down on the hog in the winter, it's your fault, baby
I don't jump on the track, I pull out
I got that S on my chest, and I'm supposed to fall
I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash, money, peace, flow, rest in the dead
Cash, money, cash, cash, money
Cash, money, cash, cash, money
I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash, money, peace, flow, rest in the dead
