Lyrics:
Niggas talk that hot shit when I'm out of town (When I'm out of town)
But when I touch back down, none these niggas 'round (Gang, gang)
I be talking cash
pass away
One-nine-eight-six was the year I was in it
Even back then knew that I’d never quit it
Born in the land of the mothers
Man I hate it when I see
a nigga lean back
Fa sho I'm a hundred
I keep it gutter grimey gangsta
And money after cash
I blast on all prankstas
Give it to 'em raw, come real is all I
it says, heya
Always gotta show love to neighbours
By the kid that was born in a manger
And evil starts from pursuit of paper
I apologize, if I got my
saying
Looking both ways, watching for them lames
(Nigga talk about it)
Feeling good, money straight, purp on deck
Nigga talk about it (nigga talk about
to the top let me steer
It's gettin' near, it's gettin' near
It's in the clear, it's in the clear
There's a big bad bag by my
Feet so I ran it up
Make a little
Weezy
Like Cash Money When I'm Rollin' Dem Bluntz!Keepz Da'
Benz Pimp-Tight From That Back To Tha' Front;So
Honey'z Tryin' To Impress Me
Meter Mele One-and-a-Half
Three wheels, nine lives
Ready meals, day by day
I put my hand out, no need to shout
I'm going green and public today
for ? an autobahn is where the cash drop
Then take the paper, then distribute to the have-nots
I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a manchild
'Lo machete,
Avarice pull a whole nother stunt
Lil' Keke the Don, Poetic 1 its all good
Money coast to coast fa sho, its understood
Can't nobody stop this thang, that
for the man
Making me some cold hard cash out in that summer sun
Come Friday I'll have money but by Monday I'll have none
Once the bills are paid
on my corner is owned by an Arab
But like a bucket I say fuck it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, spit my shit and keep rhymin'
'cause some nigga's don't like
There's an old dirt road, just off route nine
Fades into the lake, at the low water line
Sometimes I wander down that road alone
Remembering
the stretch
Ballin' like the Nets, like ten pass ya marks on my net
Woman love me, wantin' lust for me like people do money
They hungry, I might start livin'
scriptures ‘cause decisions
Come too hard
Money, cash, currency which is our true god?
Good or bad, right or wrong, life’s a seesaw
Sometimes the straight
[Chorus - 2X]
We posted up! We posted up from the front to the back
We posted up! We posted up blowing blunts by the packs
We posted up! We posted up
(Verse 1)
The phone rings, it?s a quarter to 9
I?m slippin? on some fresh kicks and jacket with matching lining
My boys on the line and announcing
owned by an Araib
But like a bucket I say fuck it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, spit my shit and keep rhymin'
Cuz some nigga's don't like me, but I don't care
brother running down the block like the Flash
Shouldn't of tried to stick Brown for his cash
Doing 65 on the shore that's his ass
I let him go the nigga
Italian, the cash keep pilin as I'm smilin
So hear me now, I bring the thunder plus the rumble
And I'll step back and watch your whole career just crumble
f’n on my side and the draco in my bag
Gotta Hunnit thousand in my suit if a nigga taking cash money
Young nigga throwing signs like a death sentence
Same kid since he was in the 9th grad
Spittin bars at lunch within money for a lunch plate
Same kid since he was stuck in a trailer
Working 7 days
Everyday different situations
9-5 i ain't got the patience
Cash in hand, keep it stainless
When my hands gets grab by
The feds in the van
Next day i will be
Still by the costa dC8
Free Bills free Yolo
Free the conspiracy squad
DC's done this, DC's done that
All this talk on the DC
Gang needs to be
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