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] Yeah alrigh, now The Tennessee Three Marshall Grant, Bob Wooten, and W.S. Holland [The Tennessee Three Solo] [Johnny Cash] The Statler Brothers
How do you want it? How does it feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real How do you want it? (yeah) How
How do you want it? How does it feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real How do you want it? (yeah) How
stop by here tomorrow to complete our interview But I know what you're gonna say I know what your bottom line is You might have the cash But you
to blue, yodel number one We love Hank and Lefty Bob Wills, Ernest Tubb, and Johnny Cash But if we had to pin point The start of who we are Or who we go
I-, I-, I uh, haha, I- um, okay, uh I don't smoke that much (aah), but (yeah), when I do Bob Marley (woah), Bob Marley (hey) Bob Marley (yeah),
Kentucky) They're drinking bourbon by the batch (By the batch) I walk that line because you love me (Love me baby) And I wanna be your Johnny Cash, Johnny
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Written and produced by Cash Clayton
Well the House of Cash just burned down All the way to the cold hard ground The doctors came from all over town To see the memories scattered all
fucking self Everywhere I go I'm dripped down blinging like I'm finna' melt These niggas stuck in high school Down bad all by themself Get some cash before
It started March of sixty-four Many years ago We were hired by Johnny Cash To open up his show Four boys, a worn out Cadillac With a road map
Thank you very much This next song was written by a man right here in Folsom prison And last night was the first time I've ever sung this song
So pump right out my bong Don’t leave ‘til the whole bong gone 2 Track don’t fear my past Hustlin’ for the cash Grindin’ for this cash Hustlin’
and Tom, do that, and Tom, don't do that Count the cash, clean the oven, dump the trash Oh your loving is a rare and a copacetic gift And I'm a moonlight
underneath her lip (yeah) Get a lift, guarantee I'm gonna hit (I'm gonna hit) she love the shit I wear Sponsored by the time of year (yeah) Always prepared
Making country money Making that country money Down in Cash Cow County where the bills really grow on trees Making that country money Dripping like
The hottest under the sun Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man And you already know that, pimpin' Cash Money Records, where dreams come true Fuck
In Hollywood they have a different language that they speak It's spoken by those folks who went to school for just one week It's found inside
rink, mobs and crews would take minks Clean streets, hustlers, crack cocaine Gave back by throwin block parties and basketball games A lotta cash
It started March of sixty-four Many years ago We were hired by Johnny Cash To open up his show Four boys, a worn out Cadillac With a road map
cash Go get you some cash cash cash The worth of a person they judge by the cash If your pockets empty you counted as trash A forgotten memory blast from
The hottest under the sun Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man And you already know that, pimpin' Cash Money Records, where dreams come true Fuck
that ass I'ma do that shit in slow motion (motion) You got a whole lotta cash And, nigga, you know I want it (want it) Play with my pussy But don't
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