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's' On My Chest

That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

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 cold restin' the dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

Reporting from kims kinda star

Holly, CO sem team kinda far

Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy

I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur

Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford

And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors

Yep, red thick women, eyes adore

I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore

Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys

Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy

When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy

I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy

See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy

But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy

We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy

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 cold restin' the dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

Cash money, c-c-cash money

I walk around like I got a S on my chest

That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy

If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby

Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's

Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'

Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine

Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9

Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines

Next nigga in line 17 on the grind

Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines

Big purses, million dollar headlines

5 drops, OG the last big time

Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time

Like father, like son, nigga this time

Junior got the fame and the game mastermind

200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash

Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags

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 cold restin' the dead

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money

Be that cash money, c-c-cash money

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

Livin' is red, that's how we play it

A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead

That's what I said, I put some change in yah head

If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread

50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop

From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots

Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him

Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots

Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss

And bury me like my father on a cross

And carry 19, I shall over a cross

Shawty got that game on lock like a vault

Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt

Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault

I don't jump on the track, I pull forward

I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow

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 cold restin' the dead

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money

I walk around like I got a S on my chest

That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

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