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    CashmoneyAP
    Yeah (yeah), yeah (woah, woah, woah)
    I (woah, woah, woah, woah)
    I (yeah)
    Ayy

    Walkin' dripped out, you see the details
    I got water on me, drippin' like a seashell
    I gave her lust, she wanted love, I told herr: oh, well
    When I was broke, I busted traps straight off my Nextel
    What you gon' do when you make it?
    'Lot of people change when it comes to being famous
    Fifty thousand cash in my pockets when I lane switch
    I'm a rich nigga, I won't fuck her if she basic
    She a rich bitch, cut a nigga off for fakin'

    Nightmare on Elm street, I kill Freddy like I'm Jason
    Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I'm dream chasin'
    I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded
    Ten minutes later she was naked, ass shakin'
    Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin'
    If I got a problem, then my brother get to sprayin'
    Don't care what he say, we gon' catch him where he layin'
    And I'ma boss up on any occasion
    Young nigga poppin' tags
    Young nigga got a bag and he got his own swag, let's go
    Young nigga stay low, got a lot of pesos
    And he sellin' out shows, you know
    I'ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain
    Tryna snatch it, take your brain
    Big smoke nigga, you ain't never help your mans

    Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hands
    You a ho, nigga, and I'm livin' by the code

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    I got hoes down the road, when I'm bored sell my soul
    Hear me on the radio, girl, I'm in my glow
    I got money and the flow, it look like I'm sellin' dope
    Why your baby-daddy broke? That nigga is a joke
    I should probably put him on, but I probably really won't
    Call Stan send a boat, the gang stay afloat
    Got bred by the loaf, turn a pussy nigga toast
    I'm too nice with this
    She wanna come suck, I told her: come ride the dick
    My gang on full attack, this that real riot shit
    You fuck around, get clapped, tryna high five and shit
    I don't wanna talk about it, 'cause I just do it
    You would rather tweet about it, nigga just stupid
    I be with a bad bitch, break her heart, cupid
    Done livin' average, the truth was in my music

    Nightmare on Elm street, I kill Freddy like I'm Jason
    Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I'm dream chasin'
    I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded
    Ten minutes later she was naked, ass shakin'
    Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin'
    If I got a problem, then my brother get to sprayin'
    Don't care what he say, we gon' catch him where he layin'
    And I'ma boss up on any occasion
    Young nigga poppin' tags
    Young nigga got a bag and he got his own swag, let's go
    Young nigga stay low, got a lot of pesos
    And he sellin' out shows, you know
    I'ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain
    Tryna snatch it, take your brain
    Big smoke nigga, you ain't never help your mans

    Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hands
    You a ho nigga

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