Birdman - S On My Chest lyrics

[Intro] "That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead" (Alright, alright) [Hook] I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest I walk, I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest I walk, I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead Yeah... uhh If stunna say the n***a dead then the n***a dead (2x) If youngin' say the n***a dead, then the n***a dead (2x) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Reporting from Kim's corner store Hollygrove, 17th carnivore Ridin' through the city in a Tonka toy I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur, huh Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors, yup! Red thick women (uhh) eyes adore I'm a who*e, you know that I'm a who*e, yup! Cash Money, Cash Money, monster boys Mafia b**h! Even the cop's avoid And you say you want beef, then I got ya boy I'll just let the Big Mac, Whoppa-boy See my dreads hangin' lookin' like-a rasta boy f** with my roster and I turn into Mufasa boy... We run up in ya casa boy And blast off like NASA boy! [Hook] [Verse 2: Birdman] Yeah, Cash Money is an army n***a better know it's gravy If you ever f** with young'n, and if you ever f** with Baby sh** gon' be crazy, n***a doin it like the 80's Buncha young n***a poppin' off and they sprayin' Up in the early, we thank ya for the sunshine Got to get my bling on, reach for my chrome 9 Kiss momma cause we goin' out and gettin' mines Next n***a in line, 17 on the grind Shoot first, n***a not seeing mines Big purses, million dollar headlines Five drops, O.G. the last Big Tyme Lord to the game n***a 'til it's my time "Like Father Like Son" n***a this time Junior got the fame and the game mastermind Two hundred on the dash, watch me mash Doin' doughnuts in my hood gettin' paper bags [Hook] [Verse 3: Birdman] Ribbon is red, that how we pledge An Uptown C.M.B. blood 'til I'm dead That's what I said, I'll put some change in your head If you ever cross a line n***a it's nothin' but bread Fifty shots I'm hot, n***a we won't stop From puttin' candy on the slab n***a stirrin' them pots Put the hammer on the jam n***a pull it and pops And put the rubber on the bands n***a stackin' his knots [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] b**h I'm the boss, bih.. b**h I'm the boss And bury me like my father on the cross And carry thy teen, I shall over a cross Shorty got that game on lock, like a vault Weezy Baby, cayenne pepper, no salt Windows down on the hog in the winter, it's yo' fault Hehehe, I don't jump on the track, I pole vault I got that "S" on my chest, man I'm supposed to ball [Hook]