Lyrics:
I gonna get outta here?
And when will I cash in my lottery ticket
And bury my past with my burdens and strife?
I want to shake every limb in
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
she don't want the limelight
But if you knew her, yeah, she lives a lie
She calls the paparazzi, then she acts surprised
Oh, ooh, I know what she
mami do you love me?
Baby, I'm a stunna
I ain't gon' change it (I told y'all)
Don't you know it's a way of life? (I told y'all)
Mami, do you want
revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open alcatraz
There's nothing there we don't have
Bigger and better over here, I assure you
Thanks, Colonel
There, that's Oscar Hammerstein, ain't it?
Hey, Mr. H,
Ay (Cash Flow)
Ay, how you bangin' back there?
I'm in the studio right now, tell 'em what it is (Yeah yeah, oh oh, Slime, yeah slime)
I'ma say
glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
It's our passion... what!?
[Run]
Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap
and she my Mrs
I want to kiss it, I want to lick it
I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it
Okay I might pull out in a 'Rarri yea (skrrrt)
take you to a broad way show
'Cause I don't wanna go by self
I'm like a kid wit' two ice creams, baby
And I don't want either one to melt
Cause
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
, and we been playa hated (say what?)
I don't know and I don't know why, why they want us faded
I don't know why they hate us (yeah)
Is it our ladies
out the lot, threehundred cash (cash)
And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)
Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)
And she gon' fuck up a bag
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
Do my money dance
Hundred hundred hundred yea
I count hundred bands
Self made girl huh, I say fuck advanced
I be high I cannot land, niggas want it by
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Okay
Ayy
Cash out if I want it (for real, though)
The money got blood all on it (for
), endorse my (endorse my)
Reggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)
It's astigmatism, you got poor sight (poor sight)
Let the bitches forget it, I
niggas are losers, don't get comfortable nigga
Say hello to mr. bad guy, get that cash par, I'm the last don
You'll ever know so, here you go y'all can
that shit just by a thou, wow, yeah
These girls chase me like I'm lil' Bow Wow, yeah
Smokin' that gas, like I got the loud out, yeah
Guns all in my
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
I want to tell you all the story
'Bout a Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter
Who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her
Glimmer
Lil baby you shine like some glitter
I can't lie lil baby I miss ya
I use too want be in the picture
I use too want be ya lil mr
Glimmer
Lil
I'm goin' I'm goin' I'm goin' animal
It Mr roll another swisher
(ahhhn) aka that nigga
Its Gucci Mane, a killer
Yo local drug dealer
And I'm hangin'
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