Lyrics:
Through the lights, cameras
And action glamour, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll
Plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased
By then
You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long
Why you broke? Cat's buy the by lines and fantasize
The way I'm spittin', put TV's in
We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging
The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin
The stock market crashed, they watchin my black
taste
(Yeah) No receipts, the feds want that case
Cash Money, I still need that from Baby (Millions)
I just spent 80k on little baby (Ooh)
I just
Man, what's up with these niggas out here
Mad at us cause we on top
I love to see niggas gettin' money
Better get it while the gettin' is good
, money, money
[Daz] Cash dollar
[sung] Said it's all about the money man
[Daz] You can't get nuttin without it
[sung] Said it's all about the money, money
(Ya heard me?)
Clothes off, face down, ass up, come on
Shorty, you roll with the winners, right
(Ya heard me?)
You see now me, I got my money right
(Ya
on a Adderall, and I'ma count these millions out by hand
I'm infatuated with money, I can't never go broke again
I got NBA shooters coulda went to pro from how
Watch it! WAR-NING!
Aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo!
I had to figure out a way to touch 'em
Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em
Six by nine
the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one of my homies wanna
grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one
I swear I been broke way too long
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I've been broke my whole life (broke)
Now money right
I've been broke my whole life
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
you fuckin' with me
I got my mind right, money right, life right, weight right
Can you see me cuttin' the beef like a steak knife?
Don't stay up late,
to be a mugster
If you heard (cash register), you think I own a drugstore
Getting stupid because I know how
And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)
Weebs low need fresh animes
Ripe greiever im fresh out the maze
Cd or cd ones for tv
Harding on ice thats a cold cut figure eight
Seven eight nine
by my crib I’m ‘bout to scroll another blunt
Its plus 9 outside it feeling colder cause no sun
I see the feds on the other side chilling in the lot
See
A Boogie With Da Hoodie damn you be flexing
They want you for ransom
It's a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain't got no back
Swiss, Po
Respect our gangsta nigga
Lay down
What you know bout holding out big Tec.
Big vest , hollow tips all up in the kid Neck
Po live it
There's an ugly little wasel 'bout three-foot nine
Face puffed up from cryin' 'n lyin'
'Cause her sweet little hubby's
Suckin' prong part time
vagabond don in your city with nothing to lose
So gimme the loot gimme the loot!
So what's cash money
I'm paid pal e-checks and internet money
New school
channel, keep your motherfucking hands up on the dash
And gives up the cash
One time is making a move on my ass
But I ain't sweating it cause ain't shit
I'll die by this
To hotwire my drive you need at least nine lives
So get to dying my G
If you need help I'll kill you five times
Cuz I'm nice guy
This
passed me by
If you ask me where I been
It's at my nine-five.
I'm working all day
And over time
Damn
It fucking sucks to have a Nine to Five
Fuck My Nine
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