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 nigga dead then a nigga dead)
(if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead)
(if youngin' say a nigga dead then a nigga dead nigga)
(if youngin' say a nigga dead then a nigga 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 whore, you know that I'm a whore
Yep, cash money, cash money monsta' boys,
Mafia bitch, 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,
Fuck 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 bitch.
(if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead)
Cash-cash-cash money bitch.
Cash money bitch.
Cash-cash-cash money bitch
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 nigga, yuh better know its gravy
If you ever fuck with youngin', or if you ever fuck with baby
Shit goin' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the eighties,
Buncha' young niggas 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 nigga in line seventeen on the grind,
Shoot first nigga not seein' mines,
Big purses million dollar headlines,
Five drops, O-G the last big time,
Lord to the game, nigga till its my time,
Like father like son this nigga 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 bitch.
It b that cash money bitch.
Cash-cash-cash money bitch
It b that cash money piece cold restin' the dead
(if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga dead)
I walk-walk around like I gotta s on my chest
(if stunna say a nigga dead then a nigga 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 nigga nothin' but bread,
Fifty shots I'm hot
Nigga we wont stop,
From puttin' candy on the slabs,
Nigga stirrin' his pots,
Put the hammer on the jam,
Pull it 'n' pops,
Put the rubber on the bands
Nigga's stackin' his knots

Bitch I'm a boss
Bitch 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 nigga 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 bitch.
It be that cash money ca-ca-cash money bitch.
Cash money ca-ca-cash money bitch.
I walk around like I gotta "s" on my chest
It be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

Writer : JOHNSON, DANIEL / CARTER, DWAYNE / WILLIAMS, BRYAN / KHALED, KHALED
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.