If you wanna make some cash Don't make this be a song
A young hogg, shaking the feds In these fake, haters head Show a dollar and I'll follow I can't afford to be bought Cash for everything around me It's on the ground, you found me I can't let my people down me Ain't nothing but stars around me I had to ball, or stay broke Cause I don't look good in hallowed ropes I promise I can't get left behind I keep that money on my mind If it ain't sticky marijuana Take it back to the corner It's your life, ya happy? Don't let nobody knock ya hustle fool
If you wanna make some cash Don't make this be a song
G Riding with a dime piece Smoking on some pine trees Now what really turn me on Is some Tina Thompson lips Like a set of ol' Firestone Tires That was destined to rise Gotta keep my mind on the prize I look at my lil' son's eyes Player, you know, and I know Hit the scene, like Outkast Wanna make a million dollars We thought of that codine shit That pinky ring and byzletine And all that bling, bling shit This song for rappers, and jackers Strippers, and brick flippers Everybody about that money We goin to representin with ya!
If you wanna make some cash Don't make this be a song
Bringing heat to the street You got beef? beat your feet Cause my click ain't weak You seen the platinum piece And wreckin track for track A crooked braids to the bag Where my Gucci shades at? On the million dollar grind We smile at the same time And lave the whole world blind
If you wanna make some cash Don't make this be a song
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