Metro Boomin - CASH Money lyrics

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Metro Boomin - CASH Money lyrics

[Produced by Metro Boomin] [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] When I was at the bottom, seemed like I would never have nothin' I done drove all the fastest cars, feeling like a crash dummy Ain't know I would make it this far, now the haters can't laugh at me I got so much cash on me Feeling like Baby, with all this cash money I got all this cash money, I'm 'bout to throw this cash money Cash money, feeling like Baby with all this cash money [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] When I was little, wanted to be a Hot Boy I remember buying Wayne CD "The Block is Hot" boy And Juvenile, four hundred degree hot boy Mannie Fresh he kept it G, every beat had knock boy I don't f** with no police if they in their cop car All my n***as know I'm G, Rich Homie who they vouch for If you do not f** with me Why you run your mouth for? Camaro, I've got bucket seats Forgiatos mounted up Hundred thousand count it up I Ran through thousands, ask my girl A little sense of humor, they say that I don't laugh enough These n***as got me crackin' up No joke! They f** me when i broke [Hook] [Verse 2] Money don't make you real, money don't make you solid Money don't mean no deal, money got a young n***a wildin' Money got family trippin', money got a young n***a hidin' So much money it comes up missing, cause all my n***as they violent Cash money, cash money, all I want is cash money I love numbers My favorite cla** was that math subject Walk around with a half on me My partner walking with a bag on him You best believe I got the strap on me ‘Cause I don't trust none of y'all n***as (You n***as snakes) I bust one of y'all n***as (Shoot you in your face) Do voodoo, put a curse on y'all n***as (New Orleans baby) Black suit, get a hearse for y'all n***as [Hook] [Verse 3: Birdman] Original, '88 a hot boy Turn them 80s to 90s, n***a we hot boy Two pistols n***as two macs on my side n***a Some real n***as I know n***a put all on their feets boy Ballin' on that front line Lord knows, I made sure that my son shine We some beasts on these streets n***a And move a hundred bricks a week n***a Two macs up in that 'lac n***a Two b**hes up in that back n***a Two b**hes up in that back n***a I'm like f** it n***a Size em up straight buggin' n***a Hundred things and that back ho You better ride off, keep stuntin' n***a [Hook]