(feat. The Notorious B.I.G) [Chorus:] Cash money in a bag bustin the sac and dag with my durag who that true that Cash money in a bag bustin the sac
Cargo is heat on a Hong Kong cruiser [Incomprehensible] contacts your cruiser No cash, they want a ton of crystal meth High risk will bring more riches than the national debt We launder money
a thing of the past" Rest in peace E money bags, no more cabs Got caught with the ratchet in the stash, lawyer want cash My ba'y bro blast burners at
s a thing of the PAST Rest in peace E Money Bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet in the stash Lawyer want CASH, my ba'y bro blast burners at
tha month To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month To get up, get up, get up so cash
is the greatest Moves countin' like a calculator evaluate the master Playas operation stack your paper captivatin' money makers Feel the love from above he's an eagle He's a dove, call him Bone
be out here trippin'/ Cause that's the Thugs way, and if ya got a problem I suggest you walk on/ Money, money, money (Money, money) is all I'm really
x): I got some money if that's the answer! Come and be my private dancer! (3x) Sittin' here wonderin' who can I phone? Verse 1: Brother Marquis My bitch
runs) But no fund, no gas money (Well, even if a dummy has money) (He'll be a dumber dummy then bin his ass money) My blunt is my keeper like cash money Blast money, stash money, the last money
crib The rhyme reck'ning grows as the roof gets phrased It's just another scene the Brothers had to put bun cleans Orchestrated by the Brothers that
get her high with illegal ???? bread Y'all niggas don't want no parts of the ghetto heisman With them thangs in the dash Nigga, we bang for the cash
always like that Not only in pocket but in my bank there's stacks and stacks of dough 'Cause I move slow, I get my cash flow and then I go And brother
bad to the bone, with a style like Al Capone I'ma smile while I give you the dial tone Eatin shrimp and girls I be pimpin Walk like I'm limpin, this brother
, just chill, they down in the shark bars And me, gunslinger, clips, cock D My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds I'ma finish ya, go in brother
you deal with the real fake jacks And get your cap peeled Hey Joey, let's just get this money Brothas just be wilin' Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody Brothas
it up Much respect for my nigga tec Yeah Yeah and that's real straight from the three It's the "u" most defiantly in the house bitch Cash money
'm worth twenty mil I wanna see this bitch spin like the rims on a Schwinn Hop on that bike, ride through the neighborhood Compton on smash, them boys get cash, money
my peoples, slappin' bones and drinkin' wine Just come home from quentin' And all I know is strind Grind, time-uhh, dope game been gone it's either White collared crime or uhh, clickin' da bones
