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Are we out for this money? I own businesses plus I got land Winter time, bitches lookin’ like «How he got a tan? I knock ya top off, I’m like the block wolf You be thinkin’ of nothin’ while I’m laid back drinkin’ and puffin’ I slap bitches you be thinkin’ of cuffin’ Cash trigger finger itchy as fuckin’ I’ve be waitin’ for a nigga to bluff him So I could toast every nook and cranny on his punk ass like an English muffin [La Banga] It’s like, it’s like We gotta take it to make it, niggaz want us to fail Separate us from the frail, same shit, different tale Motion picture shit, Black Star Power, we keep it real Gully in it’s purest form, we form in the field Get it on at will, when carryin’ vest, we carryin’ steal A thug once told me, «A slug don’t kill» Mind over matter will at the sight of their blood spill Intesity build, a lot fail in thier own inequity Slug humidity increase the body degree Had a lot of niggaz coppin’ a plea like rich niggaz coppin’ a ki’ The things I’m tellin’ you was shown to me Economical poetry, rap chemistry Creatin’ miracles, right before the naked eye visual Like Christ in the days of biblical A simple touched healed the cripple [Carlton Fisk] Heal the cripple, nigga Fuck y’all niggaz talkin’ ’bout? Yo, let’s get this money, just keep it real But y’all niggaz talkin’ slick, let’s beef for real You a faggot life nigga, you just caught a break I’m the robbery suspect known to tuck the eighth Pistol-whip you in ya face, make you crack ya safe Let you front all you want on CD’s and mixtapes House gang mothafucka and we earned our name Gettin’ close range on niggaz and, burn their frame Learn the game, double wagin’ out of ya dame Gave her a gram, fair exchange, head in ya Range Curly-head nigga, Icebergs, sweats and a chain Beef and broccoli, three quarter, General’s Daughter I’m out of order, my lifestyle’s a crime reporter Not the actor but the auther, original clever terror Rock a black leather duckin’ police, blast Berettas, nigga I rolls dolo from state to state, scrape plates Set up gates, holla «I know how to make a dollar circulate» How to get it, stretch it and flip it Bag it and pitch it, stash it and stack it, invest it in business Listen, if ya money is funny then get serious Nigga, we get bread like I don’t know what year it is Push Caddy’s greater than grand daddy’s Everywhere I go all these chicks stare at me Like my bitches black as fuck, pussy hair nappy Content, but ain’t nowhere near happy ‘Til I’m where I wanna be, multi-billion dollar company I doubt y’all niggaz wanna see another me [L. Making Cash Money Fes Taylor. Rock Red Hot Chili Peppers.

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Who that in the Lambo? That’s the Last King boy, haan? Last Moneh Records takin’ over for the ’till forever. I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga Rolex, mo’ sex T-Raww, gon’ flex Bad bitches Ass, chest Rich niggas, no stress Smoke make cash money lyrics I wanna Ball when I wanna Fuck who I wanna Everything a hundred My cars diamond diamond Still minks in the summer Ice in my grill Tattoos on my stomach Yeah, she break it down Break break it down I’m in the court Talkin’ chat, choppers style Yeah that choppers style Chit chat choppers style We lived a lot Nigga we on a loud Ugh private jet Bubble legs Super famous don’t need no press Imma hot boy shout out Weezy baby If your man is low Nigga, you should pay em. Homie we talkin’ a lot She be frontin’ a lot Wanna pull lygics on the block Bitches rubbin’ their twat I’m in the car with a vibe Yeah that car goes a lot Now she fuckin’ a lot Yeah we fuckin’ a lot Now she rubbin’ my cock Yeah we hug in the block Dash your face in my watch Yeah that’s chrono lyricw All ice I got hella how’s believe me Tell ’em bitches pimpin’ ain’t easy I’m on top with the top down One knock with the cassh and I’m sauced mkae I’m hot now Played with fire, I ain’t never drown Ballin’ out number 1 With assist now Big hits, mo’ rich New car, new bitch I’m a hot boy, free B. G Free to Carter V, let your streets eat. Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. Tyga — Cash Money Lyrics Tyga.