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(Baby of BigTymer$)
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Nigga we don't drop albums, we drop classics
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Verse 1:
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I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll
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I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control
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Cause we do shows all seven days of the week
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Top of the line rides flying up and down the street
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Any kind of car C.M.B (Cash Money Boy$) boys could claim it
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Lexus's, Benz's, & Truck MotorBikes you name it
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Rollin all the time gotta get my shine on
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Right here got the nine & in my left the PrimeCo Phone
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Rap dues I done paid it
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I'm on a level that these niggaz Can't fade it
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Nigga I been hustlin since twelve I done made it
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Rappin off nuthin but Mannie (Mannie Fresh) Beat$
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He the greatest, but wait hold up, you ain't heard the latest
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Million dollar contract a 150 pages, Not minimum
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We makin maximum wages
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Let me tell u about bayou classic how we played it
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We hit Canal (Canal Street) so deep click so strong
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Every vehicle we rode in was on chrome
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The Hummer sound had em' jumpin in the SuperDome
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We got so much money we gave the bank a credit loan
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We go shopping and spend 50 G's at the mall
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But that hurt cause Cash Money go still ball
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Until We Fall
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Chorus:
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I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll!
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I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!
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(Repeat twice)
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Verse 2:
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I'm a baller, drive cars with big rims
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Leather seats, sound bumpin all in your ears
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The dress code: t-shirts, Ree's (Reebok Soldiers) & Bauds (Girbauds)
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It's 98, my money stack it don't fold
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I'm a livin legend, havin fire weed sessions
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Hide your bitch cause I will have in my possession
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I'm top notch, it ain't no secret I'm hot
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You can spot, my Rolex watch from down the block
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I don't talk shit if I ain't able to prove it
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My wrist all bitch, Especially in the dark bitch
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I'm a young nigga, tru 2 da game nigga, fog
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And play'n with a little change nigga, fog
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Fuck with me I put a little over your brain
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But fuck that I ride and let my chopper rang nigga
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Since 97 I got a lil thicker and taller
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Chancin 6 figgaz, I'm the Cash Money Baller
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Chorus: x3
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Verse 3:
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Say B (Baby), I heard Cap had another baby
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It's a lil girl, pop the bottle let's celebrate
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It's your second it's all good lay it down nigga
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You hoe drove mutha fucker lay down nigga
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You know I got a lil HotGirl to be
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That's my world dawg she lookin just like me
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I'm straight out all the old money from my old habit
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I'm spended that on ear rings with 10 karats
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I got my lil girl a Lexus for when she grow up
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I flying from Tennessee to Texas trying to blow up
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I need 10 G's a show for me to show up
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And six weeks for me and my click to post up
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We shining, wearing Rolex's that winding
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Stacking money for days Nigga, big tyming
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Ducking hoes, shot callin, and ballin
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Keepin it real, with my back against the wall'n
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Chorus:
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I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll!
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I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!
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(Repeat three)
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I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll!
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Cause it ain't no secret nigga we ballin outta control!
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(Baby talkin shit at the end
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Cash Money Roll
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b g (baby gangsta) |