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, nigga we don't drop albums, we drop classics, i ain't even gotta tell u how cash money roll, i ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control, cause we do shows all seven days of the week, top of the line rides flying up and down the street, any kind of car c.m.b boys could claim it, lexus's, benz's, & truck motorbikes you name it, rollin all the time gotta get my shine on, right here got the nine & in my left the primeco phone, rap dues i done paid it, i'm on a level that these niggaz can't fade it, nigga i been hustlin since twelve i done made it, rappin off nuthin but mannie beat$, he the greatest, but wait hold up, you ain't heard the latest, million dollar contract a 150 pages, not minimum, we makin maximum wages, let me tell u about bayou classic how we played it, we hit canal so deep click so strong, every vehicle we rode in was on chrome, the hummer sound had em' jumpin in the superdome, we got so much money we gave the bank a credit loan, we go shopping and spend 50 g's at the mall, but that hurt cause cash money go still ball, until we fall, i ain't even gotta tell u how cash money roll!, i ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!, i'm a baller, drive cars with big rims, leather seats, sound bumpin all in your ears, the dress code: t-shirts, ree's & bauds, it's 98, my money stack it don't fold, i'm a livin legend, havin fire weed sessions, hide your bitch cause i will have in my possession, i'm top notch, it ain't no secret i'm hot, you can spot, my rolex watch from down the block, i don't talk shit if i ain't able to prove it, my wrist all bitch, especially in the dark bitch, i'm a young nigga, tru 2 da game nigga, fog, and play'n with a little change nigga, fog, fuck with me i put a little over your brain, but fuck that i ride and let my chopper rang nigga, since 97 i got a lil thicker and taller, chancin 6 figgaz, i'm the cash money baller, say b, i heard cap had another baby, it's a lil girl, pop the bottle let's celebrate, it's your second it's all good lay it down nigga, you hoe drove mutha fucker lay down nigga, you know i got a lil hotgirl to be, that's my world dawg she lookin just like me, i'm straight out all the old money from my old habit, i'm spended that on ear rings with 10 karats, i got my lil girl a lexus for when she grow up, i flying from tennessee to texas trying to blow up, i need 10 g's a show for me to show up, and six weeks for me and my click to post up, we shining, wearing rolex's that winding, stacking money for days nigga, big tyming, ducking hoes, shot callin, and ballin, keepin it real, with my back against the wall'n, i ain't even gotta tell u how cash money roll!, i ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!, i ain't even gotta tell u how cash money roll!, cause it ain't no secret nigga we ballin outta control!,
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Artist: b.g.