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[Chorus:] I walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest I walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest [yeah] That b that cash money piece cold restin the dead (If stunna say the n*gga dead then the n*gga dead)... (If stunna say the n*gga dead then the n*gga dead)... [Birdman:] (If younin say the n*gga dead then the n*gga dead) (If younin say the n*gga dead then the n*gga dead) I'm in this b*tchhhh [Lil Wayne:] Reporting live from kims coner star Hollygrove 17 conivour Ridin thru the city in a tonka toy... I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur Huh only ride Chevy, never drive a ford And my coupe doors open like plaza doors Yep, red thick women (uh) eyes adore, I'm a whore, u know that I'm a whore Yep, cash money, cash money monsta boys, mafia b*tch, even cops a boy, When you say you want beef, then I got yah boy, I'll just let the big mac whopp ya boy See my dreads hanging like a like a roska boy, my rosta an I... LL turn into mufasa boy We run up in ya casa boy, and blast off like nasa boy, [uhh] I walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest (uh) I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest It b that cash money piece cold restin the dead Cash money Cash-cash-cash money Cash money Cash-cash-cash money I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest It b that cash money piece cold restin the dead [Birdman:] Yeah, Cash money is an army n*gga, yuh better kno it's gravy If you ever f*ck with youngin, or if you ever f*ck with baby Sh*t goin b crazy, n*gga doin it like the 80's, Buncha young n*ggas poppin off n they sprayin, Up in the early we thank yah for the sunshine Got to get my bling on, reach for my chrome 9, Kiss momma cause we goin out n gettin mines, Next n*gga in line 17 on the grind, Shoe first, n*gga not seein mines, Big purses million dollar headlines, 5 drops, og the last big time, Lord to the game, n*gga till it's my time, Like father like son this n*gga this time, Jr got the fame and the game mastermind, 2oo on the dash, n*gga watch me mash, Doin dougnuts in my h0od gettin papper bags... I walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest It b that cash money piece cold restin the dead Cash money Cash-cash-cash money It b that cash money Cash-cash-cash money It b that cash money piece cold restin the dead I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest (If stunna say the n*gga dead then the n*gga dead)... (If stunna say the n*gga dead then the n*gga dead)... [Birdman:] Livin is red, that how we play it, An up town sr. Be blood till I'm dead, That's what I said, I put some change in yah head, If you ever cross the line n*gga's nuttin but bread, 50 shots from high, n*gga we won't stop, From puttin candy on the slabs, N*gga stirrin the pots, put the hammer on the jammer, N*gga pull it n pops, put the rubber on the bands N*gga 'stackin means knots [Lil Wayne:] B*tch I'm a boss B*tch I'm a boss Bury me like my father on the cross And carry 19 I shall over a cross, Shawty got that game on lock like a vault, Weezy baby kyan pepper, no salt, Windows down on the hulk in the winter it's yo fault, huh I don't jump on the track, I pull forward, I got that 'S' on my chest I'm supposed to follow... [Chorus:] I walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest That b that cash money piece cold restin the dead It b that cash money ca-ca-cash money. It b that cash money ca-ca-cash money. Cash money ca-ca-cash money. I walk around like I gotta 'S' on my chest It b that cash money piece cold restin the dead... |