Lyrics:
[AT] The Artist Formerly Known as Fashion
[BA] By the way my name Attack, first name Black
[PZ] Problemz
[All] Put it all together and ya'll still
Brotherly love, I'm leadin' by example
You're up all night watchin' late night cinema
Trying' to get your life straight like that Y2K millennium
Cops
my son and an extra foot for my daughter
Gifts from a land that I don't even know I was
To slow to see that s-car-go you say I'm all
Blow no cash
last minute, but goddammit they cash it
"This is fiscal harassment! They keep touching my assets!"
Now I imagine I might be feeling different about it
If
I was there when Shooter Jennings
Rewound the sound like a cassette
I watched Jamey Johnson
Cut "You Can't Cash My Checks"
Back then Rowdy
all my girls right like ABCs
Yes I drip, no I won't fuck that trick
I don't wanna lick, that's it, then pass that shit
You can't even cash that shit,
and livin large
The clothes, plus the cars and the video broads
At a show he gets a call by a crooked A&R
You know how the rest go, the snake told the boy he
on a misssion that means cash
You better soak up some game and learn to be a rich roller
Shots hit you through your window while you was holdin your controller
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
at gettin' chicks
It's why Nike is good at sellin' kicks
It's why Disney is loved by all the kids
Why McDonald's owners are super rich, we too blinded
really about your bank rolls
satisfy a couple stacks now you
Straight blushin drugs every day
Nigga now every day I spend a thousand cash
So everytime
wheres the faith when I need hope
No one got us right, that's y I was up all night
Getting harassed by the cops 50 deep on the block
Slamin me down in
Lets get it poppin shawty
[Hook (Jim Jones)]
We got da cash (Flossin')
Buy out da bars(Ballin')
Drop da tops out da celing
You see da stars (Uh)
We get
fuck dat ass she bullshit if she
ain't show'd ya dat cash she trin to jack on ya Bullshit
Stop rap'n that bullshit
Stop talk'n that bullshit
Stop
The rip-offs of the old and the young, the weak, the sick,
the never known.
Stabbed repeatedly in the back by the Wall Street suit.
The Washington hack.
Lining
matter how much it cost
that's a crime
(cutting a loss)
SECURITY
(cutting a loss)
It's hard to beat feeling betrayed
by the streets you defend every
a speech about how she's feeling
But I'm more intrigued by her lilac ceiling
Any time now there's a question pending
She wants to confirm a romantic ending
know I play it, like a pro in the game
Naw better yet a veteran a hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
Ay its Cash Money
ships
Can't even extend out his arm
To go and cash in his chips
I wish that I could not so rightly place this
But at least I can say that I was there
That
mean you have to go.
Just cause you're gone,
it doesn't it mean you have to go.
Time is more precious then diamonds and cash,
Once you spent it its gone
Universe flies by, I catch a ride
Maybe we could hang together
'Cause I got these feelings for ya
Gotta get my groove on tonight
Stick around and jump
He flipped the table and grabbed the dealer by his tie
He looked behind him and said, "Now people, am I right?"
They nodded and they sighed (and they
was meant to shred people
Just went so retarded up in Onyx, left a bag in there
I can't go nowhere for fun unless they got that cash with 'em
60K
came to me
Out of tire screech of a black MG
Dark clad, upright, emaciated, lips curved
He said, "My friend, would you like to make some cash
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