Lyrics:
fucking with
(I'm a motherfucking Cash Money Millionaire)
I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I
Give it to my ho she gon' bring back mo'
Not
Somethin' is up, it ain't the man, slip in reality fate is the end
Tell me how that even works? Pressure hits I'm gonna burst
Feeling like I made the worst,
mONEY!
I like money, man cash money, man
Keep it all with me
And I like that money with me
Cash money, man
I know you gonna dig this
Homeboy rocked
in from working late shifts how (Shifts how)
How I learned math, how to count money by the duffle bag cash now
Born in 92, from New Jersey
All star
night
It's suicide right pursuers tried like
To no avail and a heroes what they died like
I've got em waiting on the news like I'm Cronkite
Not in
they shoot confetti
Took off the diamonds, had to beget it, ah
From a hood where you live or you die, nigga
Nigga be living a lie, nigga
Money, I
keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big
She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me
to the money, we dashing (go get it)
We the ones came up with dabbing
We put ‘em on trap fashion
I made a play out in Athens
I’m whipping up Kylie Kardashian
Same
keeping tally
Got a hoodie on like I’m Zuckerberg
I’m making this cash If you haven’t heard
Bank is swiss near Luxembourg
This money makes girls want
cash
Droppin my top just to dump out the ash
Wrestle with work like my name Kevin Nash
Let me take it back just for two minutes
Fourteens and the nines,
non-existent bitches missin'
I gave it Robert Rudolf
Or Puss in boots with his boots off
I had a new boss
Check the southern slang boy gotta troop drawn
missin'
I gave it Robert Rudolf
Or Puss in boots with his boots off
I had a new boss
Check the southern slang boy gotta troop drawn
>From East point to New
Got my heart pumpin' green ain't
No dream I'm just mean
For regimes it does seem I'm
A money made machine
Green on top of green is
Like the grass I grow
(Verse 1)
I been in my bag since I was a youngin nigga
I been in the cash since it made a bigger picture
I been Minding my business with papers
alongside the step families, but in the end they plan on running off together with some money and they need me to do it, so I'm running counter.
My first hat
The good times that made us laugh outweighted the bad
I thought we'd get to see forever
But forever's gone away
It's so hard to say goodbye to my
And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it
It feels like I'm bein' belittled by midgets
It's like holdin' a nuke or a damn bazooka
And by us I mean the 51 states of my mind
Cause I reside mainly in my head sometimes
When I'm back Its rent free cause my rents is kind
I mean I do pick
StreetRunner on Twitter
And on Instagram I got spotted by Kevin Rudolf and
Chevy Woods, Rostrum Records
Man that shit’s a record
Thank god that I’m making
")
Money Boss
I think it's bout time we'd shine (shine)
Nigga's made chips off mine (mine)
Climb the same rhyme, recline
It's time to bring pain
Proceed wit the caution im made for dis shit
Drippin I'm saucin through lanes when I switch
How much it coast man I charge by the grip
Think they can
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
money, one fuck then want some money, so it ain't no difference (it's the same thing)
And the last ho that tried to run that game on Butch, the ho got
my heart, went from cash to credit cards
Got me spendin' all my money
Shit, I could've bought a car (yeah)
You know you like it, babe
You know
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