Juvenile - Cash Money Gorilla lyrics

[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