New Cash Money Lyrics By Lil Wayne
Hahaha
Uh-oh
Brisco
The new Cash Money (Believe that)
Hahaha
Uh-huh, yeah (Yeah)
I'm from the cocaine era, packs in my stroller
Two beepers and a flip, StarTAC Motorola (What up?)
Bally silks (Ugh), Kangol tilts (Killin' 'em)
Stand straight when the boss talkin', hush your lips
Mob-affiliated contract hits
I live street, declare war when you want that beef (If you want that beef, yeah)
Talk cheap, get money, I was taught to ride
Loyalty came first, and we don't switch no sides
I'm a savage of the block, nickel rocks and heroin hopes (Yeah)
I walked the ghetto like them, but I was takin' my notes (I was takin' my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon (Yeah), the lock's on standby (What up?)
I just need a couple real **** I can stand by (Yeah, CMB)
A bad bitch with hips (Uh)
And two **** on the interstate takin' them trips (Let's get it, 12, let's get it)
I'm into carats like Bugs Bunny (Yeah)
Young Brisco (Uh), the new Cash Money (Haha)
Wayne
Yeah
Hello, world
Haha
That was the homie Brisco
I am Weezy F. B.
And we are them Cash Money boys
You dig?
Hah, yeah
One, reportin' live from the Boot (Yeah)
I'm killing these bitches, Young Wayne Carruth (Kill 'em, Wayne)
Untamed and loose, blunts, drank and juice
What was once a spark, into a flame, it grew
I don't complain to you, don't complain to me
Everybody got beef and I just came to eat
I'm in the game for keeps, if you in my lane, I beep (Uh)
I been runnin' this shit and I never sprained my knee
And guess who came home? Ronnie the OG (Yeah)
He still on papers, ****, we never free
And for my homie Streets, I'ma twist one up
He can't even hit the kush, he gotta piss in a cup (Uh)
What is this on my wrist? Shit is sicker than uh
Yo, Brisco, there ain't a sky bigger than us (Man)
What's good? I'm in Diamonds, is you tippin' or what? (Yeah)
I took your bitch and she ain't comin' back to work for a month, Weezy Baby
That's cool (Let 'em live, Weez)
You already know what it is
Uh, uh-huh
Yeah, don't be scared now
Tell 'em, tell 'em (We just got started)
'Cause I already told 'em (Yeah, uh)
But they didn't wanna hear me (Now)
Come on, go
I'm in the all-red Flying Spur on Asantis (Yeah)
With a bad redbone that look something like Ashanti (Okay)
Light brown, a southern-tan Modena
I'm with a light brown thick thing like Trina, um
You probably seen us (Uh-huh)
Ripping the streets with no top between us
You're so genius
That's my word, you know I got you, twin (You know I got you, twin)
You a real ****, dog, thanks for lettin' me in (Believe that)
Yeah, he in the game now, and I'm bettin' he win
And I'm the rap landlord just collectin' my rent
I put the house on Lil' Bris', we gon' eat this year (We gon' eat this year)
Silence for the real **** who ain't see this year (Hold up)
Open your eyes, open your eyes, Cash Money has a new face (Yeah, uh)
And we gon' tie the shit up like a shoelace (Uh)
And that's me, the young hood messiah
'07, I'ma set the fucking hood on fire (Yes, sir)
Yeah
C-C-C-CMB, hah
Young Money
Listen, man
Weezy and Brisco
Get ready
As a matter of fact, you ain't
CMB
P-O-E
E-Class, what it does?
Brisco, Big Chuck, what it does?
Triple C's, Street Mob, G-12
Yeah
Slim and Baby, what it is?
We gon' eat this year
Uh
The whole faculty
The whole mob
Yeah
I know
