[Intro]
"That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead"
(Alright, alright)
[Hook]
I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest
That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead
Yeah... uhh
If stunna say the n***a dead then the n***a dead (2x)
If youngin' say the n***a dead, then the n***a dead (2x)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Reporting from Kim's corner store
Hollygrove, 17th carnivore
Ridin' through 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, yup!
Red thick women (uhh) eyes adore
I'm a who*e, you know that I'm a who*e, yup!
Cash Money, Cash Money, monster boys
Mafia b**h! Even the cop's avoid
And you say you want beef, then I got ya boy
I'll just let the Big Mac, Whoppa-boy
See my dreads hangin' lookin' like-a rasta boy
f** with my roster and I turn into Mufasa boy...
We run up in ya casa boy
And blast off like NASA boy!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Yeah, Cash Money is an army n***a better know it's gravy
If you ever f** with young'n, and if you ever f** with Baby
sh** gon' be crazy, n***a doin it like the 80's
Buncha young n***a poppin' off and they sprayin'
Up in the early, we thank ya for the sunshine
Got to get my bling on, reach for my chrome 9
Kiss momma cause we goin' out and gettin' mines
Next n***a in line, 17 on the grind
Shoot first, n***a not seeing mines
Big purses, million dollar headlines
Five drops, O.G. the last Big Tyme
Lord to the game n***a 'til it's my time
"Like Father Like Son" n***a this time
Junior got the fame and the game mastermind
Two hundred on the dash, watch me mash
Doin' doughnuts in my hood gettin' paper bags
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Ribbon is red, that how we pledge
An Uptown C.M.B. blood 'til I'm dead
That's what I said, I'll put some change in your head
If you ever cross a line n***a it's nothin' but bread
Fifty shots I'm hot, n***a we won't stop
From puttin' candy on the slab n***a stirrin' them pots
Put the hammer on the jam n***a pull it and pops
And put the rubber on the bands n***a stackin' his knots
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
b**h I'm the boss, bih.. b**h I'm the boss
And bury me like my father on the cross
And carry thy teen, I shall over a cross
Shorty got that game on lock, like a vault
Weezy Baby, cayenne pepper, no salt
Windows down on the hog in the winter, it's yo' fault
Hehehe, I don't jump on the track, I pole vault
I got that "S" on my chest, man I'm supposed to ball
[Hook]