Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cash Money, artist - Birdman. Date of issue: 24.03.2014
Record label: Stacking Sterling
Song language: English
Cash Money |
| When I was at the bottom, seemed like I would never have nothin' |
| I done drove all the fastest cars, feeling like a crash dummy |
| Ain’t know I would make it this far, now the haters can’t laugh at me |
| I got so much cash on me |
| Feeling like Baby, with all this cash money |
| I got all this cash money, I’m 'bout to throw this cash money |
| Cash money, feeling like Baby with all this cash money |
| When I was little, wanted to be a Hot Boy |
| I remember buying Wayne CD «The Block is Hot"boy |
| And Juvenile, four hundred degree hot boy |
| Mannie Fresh he kept it G, every beat had knock boy |
| I don’t fuck with no police if they in their cop car |
| All my niggas know I’m G, Rich Homie who they vouch for |
| If you do not fuck with me |
| Why you run your mouth for? |
| Camaro, I’ve got bucket seats |
| Forgiatos mounted up |
| Hundred thousand count it up |
| Ran through thousands, that’s my girl |
| A little sense of humor, they say that I don’t laugh enough |
| These niggas got me crackin' up |
| No joke! |
| They fuck with me when I’m broke! |
| Money don’t make you real, money make you silent |
| Money don’t mean no deal, money got a young nigga wildin' |
| Money got family trippin', money got a young nigga hidin' |
| So much money it comes up missing, cause all my niggas they violent |
| Cash money, cash money, all I want is cash money |
| I love numbers |
| My favorite class was that math subject |
| Walk around with a half on me |
| My partner walking with a bag on him |
| You best believe I got the strap on me |
| 'Cause I don’t trust none of y’all niggas |
| (You niggas snakes) |
| I bust one of y’all niggas |
| (Shoot you in your face) |
| Do voodoo, put a curse on y’all niggas |
| (New Orleans baby) |
| Black suit, get a hearse for y’all niggas |
| Original, '88 a hot boy |
| Turn them 80s to 90s, nigga we hot boy |
| Two pistols niggas two macs on my side nigga |
| Some real niggas I know nigga put all on their feets boy |
| Ballin' on that front line |
| Lord knows, I made sure that my son shine |
| We some beasts on these streets nigga |
| And move a hundred bricks a week nigga |
| Two macs up in that 'lac nigga |
| Two bitches up in that back nigga |
| Two bitches up in that back nigga |
| I’m like fuck it nigga |
| Size em up straight buggin' nigga |
| Hundred things and that back ho |
| You better ride off, keep stuntin' nigga |