(baby of bigtymer$)
n***a we don't drop albums, we drop cla**ics
Verse 1:
I ain't even gotta tell u how cash money roll
I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control
Cause we do shows all seven days of the week
Top of the line rides flying up and down the street
Any kind of car c.m.b (cash money boy$) boys could claim it
Lexus's, benz's, & truck motorbikes you name it
Rollin all the time gotta get my shine on
Right here got the nine & in my left the primeco phone
Rap dues i done paid it
I'm on a level that these n***az can't fade it
n***a i been hustlin since twelve i done made it
Rappin off nuthin but mannie (mannie fresh) beat$
He the greatest, but wait hold up, you ain't heard the latest
Million dollar contract a 150 pages, not minimum
We makin maximum wages
Let me tell u about bayou cla**ic how we played it
We hit can*l (can*l street) so deep click so strong
Every vehicle we rode in was on chrome
The hummer sound had em' jumpin in the superdome
We got so much money we gave the bank a credit loan
We go shopping and spend 50 g's at the mall
But that hurt cause cash money go still ball
Until we fall
Chorus:
I ain't even gotta tell u how cash money roll!
I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!
(repeat twice)
Verse 2:
I'm a baller, drive cars with big rims
Leather seats, sound bumpin all in your ears
The dress code: t-shirts, ree's (reebok soldiers) & bauds (girbauds)
It's 98, my money stack it don't fold
I'm a livin legend, havin fire weed sessions
Hide your b**h cause i will have in my possession
I'm top notch, it ain't no secret i'm hot
You can spot, my rolex watch from down the block
I don't talk sh** if i ain't able to prove it
My wrist all b**h, especially in the dark b**h
I'm a young n***a, tru 2 da game n***a, fog
And play'n with a little change n***a, fog
f** with me i put a little over your brain
But f** that i ride and let my chopper rang n***a
Since 97 i got a lil thicker and taller
Chancin 6 figgaz, i'm the cash money baller
Chorus: x3
Verse 3:
Say b (baby), i heard cap had another baby
It's a lil girl, pop the bottle let's celebrate
It's your second it's all good lay it down n***a
You hoe drove mutha f**er lay down n***a
You know i got a lil hotgirl to be
That's my world dawg she lookin just like me
I'm straight out all the old money from my old habit
I'm spended that on ear rings with 10 karats
I got my lil girl a lexus for when she grow up
I flying from tennessee to texas trying to blow up
I need 10 g's a show for me to show up
And six weeks for me and my click to post up
We shining, wearing rolex's that winding
Stacking money for days n***a, big tyming
Ducking hoes, shot callin, and ballin
Keepin it real, with my back against the wall'n
Chorus:
I ain't even gotta tell u how cash money roll!
I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!
(repeat three)
I ain't even gotta tell u how cash money roll!
Cause it ain't no secret n***a we ballin outta control!
(baby talkin sh** at the end)