[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
Cash money n***as straight cookin that sh**
b**hes on the corner straight hookin’ that sh**
See, a** dummy n***as love bussin at sh**
But automatic weapons straight bustin’ that sh**
NOPD, gon yellow tape’em tonight
Rose funeral home gon’ wake em’ tonight
It’s 12 o’clock midnight on the uptown street
Two thugged out n***as, hot toting that heat
Rhino bullets yall, fingers on the trigga
Ain’t scared to pull it yall
Get ya bones & ya homes, lock em’ up yo sh**
Put ya kids on the floor before the click-clacks spit
Ride witcho sh**, ready, load it and co*k
If a n***a try to test ya, then clear the whole block
Shoot 1st, ask questions last
If ya ask questions, wind up on ya a**
Since the beginning, n***as scream “k**a!”
I bust f**in back, cause I’m motherf**in’ realer
Government issued, .9 nina f**in’ milli
But if you f**in push I’mma show yo a** gorilla
[Hook: Juvenile](x4)
Cause Imma k**a-la-la-la
Cash Money Gorilla-la-la-la
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
n***a whats the use in you havin’ c**aine and you can’t move it?
What’s the use in you havin’ a brain and you can’t use it?
What’s the use in you sayin’ you ballin, you can’t prove it?
What’s the use of you talkin’ about it, you don’t it?
n***as don’ fled, with my mother I’m thinkin’ about bussin his head
Come round the corner with the K
Now what did you say?
You gon’ know what you don’t know
When you losing yo legs
The beef is frozen, cause I know to keep foolishness dead
We used to be duckin’ blue ones
Now we duckin’ big reds
Rude boy was lookin, but I ain’t know why
I told’em they got it uptown
He told me he workin’ with sticky green, under 600 a pounnnnd
Now watch me, go head again
Continue with shot calling
And we pushin’ a Benz
Wanna see all my people and my patnas ballin’
CMB rollin ova every block haulin’ (Haulin’)
Cause they some…
[Hook 2: Juvenile]
k**a-la-la-la’s
Cash Money Gorilla-la-la-la’s
Call me some k**a-la-la-la’s
Cash Money Gorilla-la-la-la’s
Call me the k**a-la-la-la
Cash Money Gorilla-la-la-la
[Verse 3: Baby (Birdman)]
n***a I ain’t gon’ never get enough of this game spittin’
f**in, drinkin champagne, and duckin haters and snitches
And pluckin’ at these n***as when they get outta line
And f**in’ these hoes every chance I get some free time
Ain’t none of that come between me, gettin’ on the grind
Cause I’m bout my cheese, playboy at all times
3 bricks at nine
And n***a I need every bit of my $27,000 don’t be short not one dime
Now, you know how ya n***a’ll play ya
Will take hunnids off the top, only ya round could fade ya
I’m worth a million on my life; dead
I’m worth more here but if I die, playboy my family straight
I gotta habit of shootin’ them bones
I got it going on, and I put 50 G’s on the table
Won’t ya match it homie?
I love dollars but I rather play with thousands
I make mills and f**in’ hoes in these public houses
I had so much money till it feared me
I wonder one day if them white folks come and get me
I love to floss and shine in the day time
But I rather ride low low, with limousine in the night time
[Hook 1,2: Juvenile]
[Outro: Juvenile]
Yea, yea
If my beef come imma march n***a step
If ya f** with me imma march n***a step
Play with my people Imma march n***a step
Disrespect the Magnolia Imma march n***a step
Play with the CMB, bouta march n***a step, march n***a step