out of the way Before I start falling apart I hate how my wife Is always up my ass She always wants to buy brand new things But I don't have the cash
body banged bleedin brothers Blades blastin brave bashin Brooklyn bullet busters Big biscuits barrels blazin beheadin bitch boasts and bluffers Borough barricaders beat bringers brutally blast Bringin blood baths (C!) cover cowards corners collectin cash
a baby O-H-I-O bringin down the stash For all my dogs all the kids all my ladies It's the B-O you know that I'm off the glass Reprasentin so so we maki that cash
like to stunt They still stayed humble and Cash Money blew up Three 6 got a chance, Young Buck kept it real Now we connected this thing from New Orleans to Ca$hville [Interlude
[Intro] Uh, never good enough Baby nothin's ever good enough Uh, it's what? Uh [Interlude: Joe Budden] Nothin's ever good enough Hollywood, think he
we will never be stopped Never cause we the muthafucking best Eh yo E class man hold this man my machine broke from countin to much Cash Belive that
all] you got a dope beat [krs] I got a dope beat!! [all] we got a dope beat!! My name is at the top of all of those that mix I'm turnin poetry into cash
Homie get on your grind, why you hatin' on mine? I've been stackin' all this paper ever since I was five Stuntin' plaques on my wall mane, goin' down my hallways Cash
, silly rabbit No tricks for the tale, that's the big cash to man My only mission in this is kick dis a plan, freak out [Chorus (x2)] [Interlude:]
wait, I think you had too much!" Bitch what? act right and pour it in a cup The west and eastside keep smokin them blunts, niggaz [interlude:
light-skinned rap niggaz called the Liks Youse a wizard, with no tricks, the J-R-O got the spells You never even heard Rock the Bells My cash flows,
girl wetter than Game on a jet-ski Ooh cool cool - say he smoother than a baby's ass Pops was a dope boy we still spendin eighties cash Look on that Mercedes
With your raps sound soft Beats never coming off How you feel? I know you thought you were reeeaall Losing you skill, what's the deal? Peeling caps on you record Interludes
Johnny Cash and June Carter - Long-Legged Guitar Pickin' Man Well I'm gonna start out walkin' Just you wait and see Uh Uh guitar picker You ain't leavin
INTERLUDE Come on, (haha) game's on baby Uh huh I know you're saying all these crazy things to make me stay And I was pretendin' I was leavin' I
it hell, call it heaven But it's probable twelve to seven That the guy's only doing it for some doll. (interlude) When you see a sport and his cash
paper which lead you Verse Three: Sheek I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash
F gon' work til their ain't any left I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less Think fast (come on) bank cash (come on) Everybody do it with