Don Cash - I Got 500 On It lyrics

I Got 500 On It Long ago and far away Young Don Cash was a runaway He kicked a rhyme and he made a beat And got the cuties jumping out they seat Known worldwide as a champion Work never done when you're number one Oh no! It's 500 on the kid to win If you wit me baby sing it again And again Crooked numbers and large figures Big money in chrome We're the home run hitters Its all done with mirrors The punchlines in the sunshine I gun rhymes and run dimes then unwind Members Only Its a lot of rap stars Who spit those raps and sound phony They rhymes is skeletal Kinda bony I know a fat girl She wanna be my tenderoni She wanna be my Prima ballerina She's my big dreamer Flawless and rolling green From college park out to bowling green Yall players but its more to me Son I own the team I got that private jet flow You know the rep though I got to stick to the schedule Underground through the city on the metro I wanna catch her gaze these days are something special Long ago and far away Young Don Cash was a runaway He kicked a rhyme and he made a beat And got the cuties jumping out they seat Known worldwide as a champion Work never done when you're number one Oh no! It's 500 on the kid to win If you wit me baby sing it again And again I can't get sentimental So I ditched the rental And grabbed the train to Grand Central Baby girl was showing me potential It's my street credentials That got me rolling presidential City to city the highways and the countryside After midnight drives waiting for the sun to rise We are stringing words together in verse Living the dream we hit the scene rocking "Night Nurse" A hustle for every season Cold getting paid My net worth is freezing I'm icy Spitting gems so pricey Just me and wifey Yeah its shaping up nicely The view from here on race courses Strapped in a rocket pushing 500 horses They'll need to call up special forces Cuz my words is bangers Crack for rap slangers Long ago and far away Young Don Cash was a runaway He kicked a rhyme and he made a beat And got the cuties jumping out they seat Known worldwide as a champion Work never done when you're number one Oh no! It's 500 on the kid to win If you wit me baby sing it again And again I hear 2PAC's on twitter And Biggies on skype Kanye got the boards And Jay Z on the mic Dirty Money coming home back from Paris tonight Cuz I run this game show Like the price is right Outlasting every trend we in fashion again All swag VIP image stuck in your lens The Flash popping Got your girls panties dropping Nothings shocking Sounds like the streets talking World tours and plaza hotel floors The view from here In saluts and bonjours Maybe I spit it universal In a complete reversal She's mine No dress rehearsal I'm like The Source From ninety three Don Cash triumph a rhyme Total victory No flow is slicker I won't stop til I see it on a bumper sticker