Cash Money

We in the club Turn Around and Fast Money Dollars on the floor Big Tymers CashMoney Then ni**as mad Cuz they threw they last money Gang really up I couldn't even fit half on me Upping all blues for Dt Yea dog shit I'm in the kitchen My shit hittin Yea! paw prints Who got the blues I need em all Yea all Crip I hit a jug for 30 thou In the stalls bitch When that shit touchdown Hit it break it down all zips From the D And moved straight to the k Off a dog trip They like how you coming I say dog shit We ain't rappers We really trappers Nigga all strips Slide down yo block wit that drum Nigga all hits We really slappin My phone do numbers Yea all flips Pull up make a serve And say it's fire But it's all hit I had to quit drinking lean The city had all hit Fuck a little bitch She suckin dick And swallow all drop We catching loads We keep a big bag coming This can't stop Gang forever up and running Hell yeah I want that money You call then I'm coming I'm pull up But I don't want no shorts Gotta put that bitch out Can't hop in smoking no port When the bows touchdown No middleman we hit the source This wood so far It make a pretty bitch horse The dog so strong It make the feins want more The bitches go crazy When I pop out on tour They be like Dam why doe ain't dropped yet Cuz I'm in the kitchen If I leave who gone rock that I know my hood I still know where my block at I know when I upped it I cant forgot Where dog dropped at Bitch I'm from the mo And hell yeah I'll pop that If I'm grinding then And you know where them rocks at Hop on that dog then You know where that glock at Them niggas pussy Already know they ain't gone pop that Sold it for 4 But spent 5 To get my glock back Got hit wit bad dope I still gotta knock that I got a shoe plug I ain't gotta use stock x I just stuff it threw hole And watch the money Make the box scratch They say apply pressure I grabbed the weight And went full press I just love to mix it up I just love to make the dope stretch I just love to tie it up I just love to count dope racks I done gave his as 2 zips Of the hit for the 4 racks I got a brave heart, I take risk You ain't on that Try to play me for a lil bitch And imma blow that Big dog motherfucker You better know that We pull up wit that shit Yea fasho that Big bag big guns Yea know that Its our time to ball And we don't give the ball back We in the club Turn Around and Fast Money Dollars on the floor Big Tymers CashMoney Then ni**as mad Cuz they threw they last money Gang really up I couldn't even fit half on me Upping all blues for Dt Yea dog shit I'm in the kitchen My shit hittin Yea! paw prints Who got the blues I need em all Yea all Crip I hit a jug for 30 thou In the stalls bitch