B.G. - Cash Money Roll Lyrics
(baby of bigtymer$)Nigga we dont drop albums, we drop classicsVerse 1:I aint even gotta tell u how cash money rollI aint even gotta tell u we ballin outta controlCause we do shows all seven days of the weekTop of the line rides flying up and down the streetAny kind of car c.m.b (cash money boy$) boys could claim itLexuss, benzs, & truck motorbikes you name itRollin all the time gotta get my shine onRight here got the nine & in my left the primeco phoneRap dues I done paid itIm on a level that these niggaz cant fade itNigga I been hustlin since twelve I done made itRappin off nuthin but mannie (mannie fresh) beat$He the greatest, but wait hold up, you aint heard the latestMillion dollar contract a 150 pages, not minimumWe makin maximum wagesLet me tell u about bayou classic how we played itWe hit canal (canal street) so deep click so strongEvery vehicle we rode in was on chromeThe hummer sound had em jumpin in the superdomeWe got so much money we gave the bank a credit loanWe go shopping and spend 50 gs at the mallBut that hurt cause cash money go still ballUntil we fallChorus:I aint even gotta tell u how cash money roll!I aint even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!(repeat twice)Verse 2:Im a baller, drive cars with big rimsLeather seats, sound bumpin all in your earsThe dress code: t-shirts, rees (reebok soldiers) & bauds (girbauds)Its 98, my money stack it dont foldIm a livin legend, havin fire weed sessionsHide your ***** cause I will have in my possessionIm top notch, it aint no secret Im hotYou can spot, my rolex watch from down the blockI dont talk shit if I aint able to prove itMy wrist all *****, especially in the dark *****Im a young nigga, tru 2 da game nigga, fogAnd playn with a little change nigga, fog***** with me I put a little over your brainBut ***** that I ride and let my chopper rang niggaSince 97 I got a lil thicker and tallerChancin 6 figgaz, Im the cash money ballerChorus: x3Verse 3:Say b (baby), I heard cap had another babyIts a lil girl, pop the bottle lets celebrateIts your second its all good lay it down niggaYou hoe drove mutha *****er lay down niggaYou know I got a lil hotgirl to beThats my world dawg she lookin just like meIm straight out all the old money from my old habitIm spended that on ear rings with 10 karatsI got my lil girl a lexus for when she grow upI flying from tennessee to texas trying to blow upI need 10 gs a show for me to show upAnd six weeks for me and my click to post upWe shining, wearing rolexs that windingStacking money for days nigga, big tymingDucking hoes, shot callin, and ballinKeepin it real, with my back against the wallnChorus:I aint even gotta tell u how cash money roll!I aint even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!(repeat three)I aint even gotta tell u how cash money roll!Cause it aint no secret nigga we ballin outta control!(baby talkin shit at the end)
