Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy, The And I brought two of my niggaz me And we about to the industry down wheezy, let's get it poppin'
Hit me, front that shit, this the side Got a fat dick on your wide I've come to it outside, nah, do it right here Hop out later everybody's home that you fuckin' with
F baby, please say the baby Riding with your bitch, got keys on the Triple gold these four tires on the Young slidin' out, I'm flyer than the whip
Yeah, than an angel, or hotter than the devil, the pot or kettle, uh The metal let 'em like earth shiver births, uh If there's any beef, I come runnin' Mertz, uh Word up, eagle I'm throwin' my curve up We take your ice cream and you into sherbert
I got flow, I'm sure, but if it's about dough, I'm like sure 'nuff I'm from the bunch, birdman J R, you niggaz bird lunch I see your lips but I ain't heard much You see the wrist moving, it like pure punch
I hear the playa but I don't endorse such I got the escalade, guts like the bus I got the styrofoam up with syrup
And in the tires little is gone I spend a good deal with these Firestones? I like Myer's bones, born in chromers For the chromosomes, I got summers
I got vicadens, I ain't stoppin' Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin, and how we rockin' How can you hear that bop I'm be bopping Yeah, when you hear that click Cash nigga, I'm that shit, whose begging, uh
what I'm talking about Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let know Why they ain't fuckin' you
You're goddamn right, I'm myself A chauffeur, no Sir, I'm myself Looking for a chick for self So I can show her the suicides, and talk her killin' herself
I'm problems dealing with wealth But you wouldn't understand it, you get a million yourself You niggaz must've got a deal for health CD is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf
I spend big, at any time I can splurging The twin cigs open chests like a heart And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a collar crook But I keep a stack thick as few books, I got a new polished look And twenty dime bitches, to y'all niggaz how my two dollars look
The boy's got at least six on So the guns gotta be at midget long The money is like ten bridges I throw bread around to turn pigeons on
I got good smoke just for puffers The two grand twenty's make The Hustlers Plus it's fluffer, a cotton ball gotten calls, wantin' me to put the pot in malls
But you can't put it past 'em I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm 'bout to some bullets past 'em And the niggaz in the keep quotin' my lines I jump ship, I keep floatin' in mine, long as I keep toting, I'm fine I'mma have these sucking niggaz deep throatin' the nine
I jumped in the English ship, benzed Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip I'm scripts, no, not the penmanship The box office shit, I box off this
Jessica Alba, Kirsten And still make a mil' off the first of These dudes be the first to 'Til they family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in
I'm in the top position, I can you a proposition I'm in the hard top on the drop edition To hell with the I'mma send a nigga under like Australia vacations
Yeah this, is this? My niggaz just killed y'all and I'mma close the I'm tryin' not to let this get the best of me y'all I work hard for the fame, the stressin' me y'all All they do is complain what they expect from me
From the Hood to Hollywood, respectin' me y'all And even overseas they me y'all All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me I get a lot of dirty money, so me or fall But I'm saving all my checks, I'm 'em all
They say, what goes up is definitely fall Even the stars success, it's my destiny y'all Look, I cook tracks, I got the y'all You name another cat that can mess with me y'all
At the all the hoes be molesting me y'all I got broads cryin', to get next to me y'all I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex me y'all Screamin', "Cash, you don't how sexy you are
And I'm happy I'm alive, God's me y'all And all the problems that arrive, is God me y'all? So I everyday, but I ain't prayin' too much I be sinnin' everyday, so I ain't prayin' enough
And we all could be beat, and I ain't I'm tough But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't "What's up?" If it's beef when we meet, I'm spaying shit up Prraat, prraat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that
'Cause that cat you embracin' with Might clap that gat, he got hate in his blood Keep your friends at a and your enemies close 'Cause the folks you friends, can envy the most Some cats'll themselves if you give 'em a rope
the bridge and don't give a boat, let 'em sink Sometimes you give 'em some some time, to let 'em think But sometimes you gotta give 'em the nine, and let 'em You can't bring every to the pond, and let 'em drink I'd rather my eyes wide open, instead of blink
As soon as eyes shut, them niggaz will ride up And the guys that you trusted, be you tied up And we all die, but I ain't ready to leave That's why even if petty, I'll be ready to squeeze
But put a cheddar in cheese, guac a I pop the ruger, send that hot through ya Like booya, that's the sound the pound bustin' Ooh, ah, you'll be laying on the sufferin'
Clowning's to pull out and blast you I try to resort to violence if I have to But man niggaz out here ain't playin' So before the odds are even, I'm leavin' them layin' And I even playin', believe what I'm saying here
'Cause this shit gets further Your click murdered and found in a hole in the grass For tryin' to play that thug role, I'll stomp a mud hole in ass And this Cass, I'm that sick Full surface I'm that shit, bitch