Lyrics:
[Verse 1 - Scarface]
I use to watch you on stage gettin'money, lookin lovely
Got these niggaz offerin they pockets tippin you twenties
'cause you
continue saying the story my friend
Well for 5 months straight she snuck in the club
But tonight left the boss feeling like he got snub
Frustrated by it all
around this time they got bricks dog
I ain't got bricks dog, nigga break it off, what
Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever
pouring and squirt Man, like when i'ma get a feature by virt
Niggas wild like when i'ma get a concert I told her we don't fuck till dessert
50-50
Let's
babe
Yea I suppose with that yola babe
Cash Money in my projects, since a Juvenile
Like the Nolia baby
That quarter block
All about getting that quarter
So I'm gon' retire in a Lambo like Favre did
Ah shit, news flash dummy, I'm actin' juvenile, that new Cash Money (yeah)
It's buck, buck, buck, if
smell
Mean that ya phone bang and you stay with some clientele
You say you getting to it by ya knot I can’t tell
Cash money cash app or you can send me
style as a juvenile
Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
Bankin' , I specialized in gankin
whites, Mexicans, brothers and others
Daily, it's all
niggas stealin' Fresh tracks) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas hatin' Cash Money) We let 'em burn nigga
niggas stealin' Fresh tracks) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas hatin' Cash Money) We let 'em burn nigga
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
that you might try weighin' it
Hated by many but I hate 'em back
Loved by troopers who know where it's at
You might like me, might think I'm wack
But
and the H-Beezey
I can't be late
I'm gone see ya when I could
Here's Juve on the hip
Let 'em know it was all good
[Juvenile]
Oh oh there she go
On the way
money
Like I got a printer
And swiping my cards
More than scammers on Insta
Straight out the streets
I got cash and credit
Shoot out to Cali
For bags
as a youngster ?]
Verse One: Eazy-E
Ruthless, my style as a juvenile
Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
Bankin, I specialized in gankin
whites, Mexicans,
the city make me bitter
And I ain't taking no shit from no sucker nigga
I move swift, always looking for the money to make
I need the cash flow, I got
and burn, so when I woke up by the fire hydrant
I would have to learn I gotta stop! or I would die in violence
But my environments left me with the vicious
to the money
The pedal never broke
Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but
Westside, right on time, only thing fosho
Eastside, right on time
Gunning through
like a snot nose
And they'll never test us just like we forged a fucking doc note
Been counting cash money spitting that 500 degrees hot flow
Juveniles
the pass right now, fast lights out with the cash swiped now, I'll be
Good regardless, caught up with the politickin', Skully with the conscious, if money's
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
these things
I run with Juvenile, that nigga so wild
Get buck like the fuck I'm glad I use Dial
Now who the fuck I are? I'm a superstar
Cash money
Money, Geto Boys and Underground Kingz
Wrote the rules on how to ball without a bodyguard
Learn to move or get hit with the John Gotti charge
I pray you
that's us
Just by the way we ROLLING in bottles of Moe we pouring it
Too much money to be made
So much money to be got
When they ask us why we did it
Did
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