Dj Khaled - S On My Chest lyrics

Be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead [Chorus] I walk around like I gotta s on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest I walk around like I gotta s on my chest That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead (if stunna say a n***a dead then a n***a dead) (if stunna say a n***a dead then a n***a dead) (if youngin' say a n***a dead then a n***a dead n***a) (if youngin' say a n***a dead then a n***a dead) Reporting from Kim's corner store Hollygrove seventeenth 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 Yep, red thick women (uh) eyes adore, I'm a who*e, you know that I'm a who*e Yep, cash money, cash money monsta' boys, Mafia b**h, even the cops avoid, When you say you want beef, Then I got yeah boy, I'll jus' let the big mac whop a boy See my dreads hanging like a like a rasta boy, f** wit' my rasta an' I'll turn into Mufasa boy We run up in ya casa boy, and blast off like NASA boy I walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest(uh) I walk-walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest It be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead Cash money b**h. (if stunna say a n***a dead then a n***a dead) Cash-cash-cash money b**h. Cash money b**h. Cash-cash-cash money b**h I walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest It b that cash money piece cold restin' the dead Yeah, Cash money is an army n***a, yuh better know its gravy If you ever f** with youngin', or if you ever f** with baby sh** goin' be crazy, n***a doin' it like the eighties, Buncha' young n***as poppin' off 'n' they sprayin', Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine Got to get my bling on, reach for my chrome nine, Kiss momma cause we goin' out 'n' gettin' mines, Next n***a in line seventeen on the grind, Shoot first n***a not seein' mines, Big purses million dollar headlines, Five drops, O-G the last big time, Lord to the game, n***a till its my time, Like father like son this 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 I walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest It be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead Cash-cash-cash money b**h. It b that cash money b**h. Cash-cash-cash money b**h It b that cash money piece cold restin' the dead (if stunna say a n***a dead then a n***a dead) I walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest (if stunna say a n***a dead then a n***a dead) Ribbon is red, thats how we play it, An up town C-M-B blood till I'm dead, That's what I said, I put some change on ya' head, If you ever cross the line n***a nothin' but bread, Fifty shots I'm hot n***a we wont stop, From puttin' candy on the slabs, n***a stirrin' his pots, Put the hammer on the jam, Pull it 'n' pops, Put the rubber on the bands n***a's stackin' his knots b**h I'm a boss b**h I'm a boss And bury me like my father on the cross And carry thy team I shall over a cross, Shawty got that game on lock like a vault, Weezy baby cayenne pepper, no salt, Windows down on the hog in the winter its yo' fault, I don't jump on the track, I pole vault I got that "s" on my chest n***a I'm supposed to ball I walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest I walk-walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead It be that cash money ca-ca-cash money b**h. It be that cash money ca-ca-cash money b**h. Cash money ca-ca-cash money b**h. I walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest It be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead