Cash Money

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We in the club
Turn Around and Fast Money 
Dollars on the floor 
Big Tymers CashMoney 
Then ni**as mad 
Cuz they threw they last money
Gang really up
I couldn't even fit half on me
Upping all blues for Dt 
Yea dog shit 
I'm in the kitchen 
My shit hittin
Yea! paw prints 
Who got the blues 
I need em all 
Yea all Crip 
I hit a jug for 30 thou 
In the stalls bitch

When that shit touchdown
Hit it break it down all zips
From the D 
And moved straight to the k
Off a dog trip
They like how you coming
I say dog shit 
We ain't rappers 
We really trappers 
Nigga all strips
Slide down yo block wit that drum
Nigga all hits
We really slappin
My phone do numbers 
Yea all flips 
Pull up make a serve 
And say it's fire 
But it's all hit 
I had to quit drinking lean
The city had all hit 
F*ck a little bitch 
She suckin dick 
And swallow all drop 
We catching loads 
We keep a big bag coming
This can't stop 
Gang forever up and running
Hell yeah I want that money 
You call then I'm coming
I'm pull up 
But I don't want no shorts 
Gotta put that bitch out
Can't hop in smoking no port
When the bows touchdown 
No middleman we hit the source
This wood so far 
It make a pretty bitch horse 
The dog so strong
It make the feins want more
The bitches go crazy 
When I pop out on tour 
They be like
Dam why doe ain't dropped yet
Cuz I'm in the kitchen 
If I leave who gone rock that
I know my hood 
I still know where my block at 
I know when I upped it 
I cant forgot 
Where dog dropped at
Bitch I'm from the mo 
And hell yeah I'll pop that 
If I'm grinding then
And you know where them rocks at 
Hop on that dog then
You know where that glock at 
Them niggas pussy 
Already know they ain't gone pop that 
Sold it for 4 
But spent 5 
To get my glock back
Got hit wit bad dope
I still gotta knock that
I got a shoe plug 
I ain't gotta use stock x
I just stuff it threw hole 
And watch the money
Make the box scratch 
They say apply pressure
I grabbed the weight 
And went full press
I just love to mix it up
I just love to make the dope stretch
I just love to tie it up
I just love to count dope racks
I done gave his as 2 zips
Of the hit for the 4 racks
I got a brave heart, I take risk
You ain't on that
Try to play me for a lil bitch
And imma blow that
Big dog motherfucker
You better know that
We pull up wit that shit
Yea fasho that
Big bag big guns
Yea know that
Its our time to ball
And we don't give the ball back

We in the club
Turn Around and Fast Money 
Dollars on the floor 
Big Tymers CashMoney 
Then ni**as mad 
Cuz they threw they last money
Gang really up
I couldn't even fit half on me
Upping all blues for Dt 
Yea dog shit 
I'm in the kitchen 
My shit hittin
Yea! paw prints 
Who got the blues 
I need em all 
Yea all Crip 
I hit a jug for 30 thou 
In the stalls bitch

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