Kanye West - New Cash Money lyrics

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Kanye West - New Cash Money lyrics

[Brisco] I'm from the c**aine era, packs in my stroller Two beepers and a flip, startech Motorola Bally silts, Kangol tilts Stand straight when the boss talkin, hush yo lips My affiliates contract hits I let the street declare war when you want that beef Talk cheap, get money, I was taught to ride Loyalty came first and we don't switch no sides I'ma savage on the block, nickel rocks and h**n hopes I walked the ghetto like them but I was takin' my notes Certified goon, the locks on standby I just need a couple real n***as I can stand by (C.M.B.) A bad b**h with hips and two n***as on the interstate takin' them trips I'm into carrots like Bugs Bunny, Young Brisco, the New Cash Money [Lil Wayne] Reportin' live from the booth I'm k**in' these b**hes, Young Wayne Carruth Untamed and loose, plus drank and juice I was once a spark, into a flame it grew I don't complain to you, don't complain to me Everbody got beef and I just came to eat I'm in the game for keeps, if you in my lane I beep I been runnin this sh** and I ain't neva sprained my knee And guess who came home, Ronnie the O.G He still on paper, n***a we neva free And for my homie Streets, I'mma twist one up He can't even hit the kush he gotta piss in the cup What is this on my wrist, sh** is sicker than uggh Yo Brisco, there ain't a sky bigger than us What's good, I'm in diamonds is you tippin' or what I took your b**h and she ain't comin' back to work for a month, Weezy [Brisco] I'm in the all-red slide spur, sittin' on Asanti's With a bad redbone that look somethin' like Ashanti [Lil Wayne] Ok light brown, sorta tan medina With a, light brown thick thing like Trina You prolly seen us rippin' the streets up with no top between us [Brisco] You're so genius, that's my word you know I got you twin You a real n***a dog, thanks for lettin' me in [Lil Wayne] Yea, we in the game now and I'm bettin' we win And I'm the rapper landlord just collectin' my rent [Brisco] I put the house on Lil' Bris, he gonna eat this year Stop for the real n***as who ain't see this year [Lil Wayne] Open your eyes, open your eyes Cash Money has a new face And we go tie the sh** up like a shoelace [Brisco] And that's me the young hood messiah, '07 I'mma set the f**in' hood on fire

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