Lyrics:
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
change
When you're gone (Shit ain't changed 'cause!)
We still be crippin'
And makin' cash money
Steady dippin'
*DJ QUIK:
Scratchin': "the underground
gettin' sex
I'm the ill nigga that loves Chips Ahoy
Timbaland where you at?
Here I go boy, I got yo' back with a Tec 9
You see them niggas creepin',
the midst of the night
Infra red bout to show me some light
Verse One: {Tec-9}
Put yo guns down partner I got yo back
You show me where the drama at and I'm
Yeah, yah
Uh
Run that back, Turbo
Yeah
I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady
And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy
I need some love to go
had to hit me a lick
I bought the Tahoe from the trap money, haven't even seen a brick
Cocaine by the kilo, these days put it right on my wrist
You
on 100, my wrist on froze
Money, cash, hoes that's all a nigga knows
I say money, cash
Hoes that's all a nigga knows
Gotta go to court tomorrow
And I'm
straight
Interrupted by some bullshit, I just want this cake
Took a jet to New York and back for some cheesecake
When you got this type of money ain't no
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to moppin' the street with him!
Well I put your body in a bag!
Front on me, I'm on ya ass!
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies!
I
I am a TV babee, its weird when ya stop and think about it. Donna Martin graduates,. Donna Martin graduates, totally different head..nannooo nannooo.
tone, tone, tone, tone)
But I hope that it's 'bout money mayne
I don't wanna hear no other thang
Or you can go ahead and just hang up the phone (phone,
mad
Tell me boy why you sad
You mad cuz i'm in my bag
Getting money then i dash
By 17
I had cash
And i did it on my own
Labels calling my phone
cliques pullin sweet vicks (uhh)
Fulfullin cream dreams, takin niggaz out the mix
Nine-pound locked down by you and yo' crew
But watch yo' back nigga (why?)
Hanz, twenty years of love, they been throwing up them dubs
That's respect, damn, money, sex, drugs
you'll get stretched, blam, tec nine up in the club
up
No worries momma imma get ours
I need the beans that's by any means
Lenox ave til the death of me
Repping l's with this tec on me
We sip
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
at all of this money on me (woo)
Look at all of these twenties on me
Dirty cash (FOREVEROLLING)
Three or four awards, thirty-four stores (yeah) (woo)
How to Finesse
I flooded my wrist and I flooded my neck
Plenty of money I gotta invest
Clean up the cash till none of its left
How to Finesse
I got
Louis V's every time I tote (tote)
Nine millimeter every time I tote
I do all this shit without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all
niggas going 9/30
My young niggas going 9/30
My young niggas going 9/30
My young niggas going 9/30
Yeah Burn1
Bitch you know my money dirty
Slide
people at
Make money, take money, be friends
Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)
You ain't gotta be my man at all
Long as you just bring me
people at
Make money, take money, be friends
Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)
You ain't gotta be my man at all
Long as you just bring me
on TV"
One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
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