Lyrics:
money on the road
Rich, think I need a pay cut
'Cause some Babylon boy wan' cuff me in the streets and lock me in a station
I heard that it cost to be
stop, make it drop for the bitches
Glock fo'-fifty, blow your head off wit' it
Anything you hear that I said, I meant it
King got the crown then sped
couldn't tell yah but dick is for lunch, yeah
Cash money like Birdman
I get that cash money like Birdman
So fuck what ever you heard man
Wet you up like
booty wiggle
Fresh drink by the pool, I got deep-spirited roots
No matter what you do, you can have your cake and eat it too
Several of the ladies are in
earned money
And meet my girl down on the block
And Monday when the foreman calls time
I've already got Friday on my mind
When that whistle blows
earned money
And meet my girl down on the block
And Monday when the foreman calls time
I've already got Friday on my mind
When that whistle blows
G5 sitting on the runway
Big ass chopper, call that bitch Beyonce
This for my dawgs locked down all day
Money, power, respect, three the hard way
liquor
Only pop and droppin' Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga
My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile
You're rollin' with a pro with money
tryin to measure my blow
If you've seen the new whip know they add nine 0's
Now I'm up to 2 bricks, a seventy two 0's
If you counting by the whips than
the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so
Yo, yeah bitch
Aiyyo, motherfucker
Aiyyo, swallow it
Aiyyo we dazzle off this bloody version of 'Glaciers'
Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth,
it off
We been shooting, fighting, robbing
Niggas have been stabbing
We them paralyzed niggas
And left them handicapping
Yo want some Cash Money
Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz
I ain't gon' lie I'm fucked up, if we all die then we all shall
But only one thang gonna get us by and that's
Aight check this out right
I go by the name of DJ Khaled
My nigga Birdman say yo Khaled man
Lets do something for the streets listen
Shh d-Boy in
to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories
from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice
I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price
If it's about money, you can count me in
I'll
back, it's for my home town
Blow some
Blow some of this money
Go dumb
Go dumb I'm going dummy
Blow some
Blow some of this money
Go dumb
Oh Lord I'm going
been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young but still a victim of the 12
Or probably with Roney
I go by Trill Rill cause he
Be up in the morning
See, that's that penitentiary shit and he
Been out for a minute but I'm up!
Birdman keep
wit' me?
Big 'Blow got the streets on lock
(Cash Money nigga)
Baby, I been trappin' all day
And I ain't comin' inside 'til
My money get right
Catchin
the streets, got those I want the charts now
What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it
Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it
Young Money!
Yea,
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
the money stack, don’t let the cash fall
bars all day, no last call
Uh, Im in the redzone n-gga
wake up in the mornin with your head gone n-gga
Birdman
this life ain't no peace
Can a Nigga just beath now
I've been hustling in the street's
And you wonder why I blow tree's
My Nigga you know
We keep it
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