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Cash Money (feat. Birdman)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
808 Mafia
Programming
Birdman
Birdman
Vocals
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Lexus Lewis
Lexus Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
808 Mafia
Producer
Justin Childs
Justin Childs
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 Never thought 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 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 fuck with no police if they in their cop car All my niggas know I'm G, Rich Homie who they vouch for If you do not fuck with me Why you run your mouth for? Camaro, I've got bucket seats Forgiatos mounted up Hundred thousand count it up Ran through thousands, that's my girl A little sense of humor, they say that I don't laugh enough These niggas got me crackin' up No joke! They fuck with me when I'm broke! Money don't make you real, money make you silent Money don't mean no deal, money got a young nigga wildin' Money got family trippin', money got a young nigga hidin' So much money it comes up missing, 'cuz all my niggas they violent Cash money, cash money, all I want is cash money I love numbers My favorite class 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 niggas (You niggas snakes) I bust one of y'all niggas (Shoot you in your face) Do voodoo, put a curse on y'all niggas (New Orleans baby) Black suit, get a hearse for y'all niggas Original, '88 a hot boy Turn them 80s to 90s, nigga we hot boy Two pistols niggas two macs on my side nigga Some real niggas I know nigga 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 nigga And move a hundred bricks a week nigga Two macs up in that 'lac nigga Two bitches up in that back nigga Two bitches up in that back nigga I'm like fuck it nigga Size em up straight buggin' nigga Hundred things and that back ho You better ride off, keep stuntin' nigga TRACK 2 ON I PROMISE I WILL NEVER STOP GOING IN 1. THEY DON'T KNOW3. GET TF OUT MY FACE
Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Leland Wayne, Dequantes Lamar, Lexus Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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