The hottest, under the sun
Ain't nobody fucking with me man
And you already know that pimpin'
Cash Money Records where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams somebody gon die tonight
And you already know that pimpin'
Hey it's Cash Money Records man
A lawless gameUnfuckin' believable, Little Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy
It's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch
Call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money 'til the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him
Bury him? I know one day they gotta bury him
But I lock my casket tight baby so I don't let the devil in
Nigga, it's just me and my guitar
Yea, bitch I'm heavy metal-ing
You can get to fuckin' Led Zeppelin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court, take your life for a settlement
Yes, I'm the best and no I ain't positive, I'm definite
I know the game like I'm reffing it
This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter three, the new testament
And I'm the god, and this is what I bless them withBitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you, you're not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a mu'fuckin' Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a mu'fuckin' Cash Money millionaire, yeahJunior
It's cash money over everything
It's in my blood I feel it runnin' in every vein
I'm from the mud I am a missile like a scud
What's really good, I'm about to ruckus like Fud
And I stayed on my flow and Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the fuckin' Birdman like a log
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million, heir to the throne
Going at the heads like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the stone
Knowin' I might get through it like hair in a comb
Young money over bitches, my niggas trust my sisters
And I will take us there as sure as the lord is my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listenBitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you, you're not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a muthafuckin' Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a muthafuckin' Cash Money millionaire, bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch)Last year they had the Grammys and left me in Miami
Sleeping on a nigga like I'm rapping in my jammies
I'm rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flew lethal weapon book em' Danny
I'm a monster I tell you Monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain
Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's paint
Let's go, niggas don't want to see me cause I'm better than both
The only time I will depend is, when I'm seventy years old
That's when I can't hold my shit within so I shit on myself
'Cause I'm so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else
I'm tryna tell you, like I saying something
I'm from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff
And there ain't nothin' gonna stop me
So just envy it, hey, I'll accept a friendly quit
(ha) yeaBitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you, fuck you, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a mu'fuckin' Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a muthafuckin' Cash Money millionaire, bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch)The hottest, under the sun
Ain't nobody fucking with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Somebody gon' die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin'
Hey it's Cash Money Records man
A lawless game
Songwriters
CARTER, DWAYNE / MOLLINGS, LEONARDO / MOLLINGS, JOHNNYPublished by
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