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yg – cash money lyrics

[verse 1: yg]
i go hard, no limit on my card
digested in your solar system, you hangin’ with some stars
d-ck all in her jaws, the stash worth pack at
i mix tequila with the yak, i’m so abstract
aw sh-t, i just had a flash back
of me runnin’ in your sh-t like “where the cash at?”
but now i’m a lab rat
i’m ’bout to focus on droppin’ back to back
all cl-sses b-tch, cadillac

[hook: krayzie bone]
it ain’t no conversation
if the main lane is no translate, money
i’m talkin’ cashin’ money, money
them crispy hundred dollar bills
it ain’t no conversation
if the main lane is no translate, money
i’m talkin’ cashin’ money, money
them crispy hundred dollar bills

[verse 2: yg]
she be on that bullsh-t, i be on that bullsh-t
she jump man d-ck to d-ck, really on that bullsh-t
she p-ss that p-ssy like she scottie pippen
shots for the team, cause the streets ain’t safe like dennis rodman, n-gg-
had a mirage back to back, billy coupe, i’m coppin’ that
rolex with red faces, they like where you cop that at?
i told ’em how i f-cked this b-tches, i told ’em how she sucked my d-ck
now they wanna go and hit, man, these n-gg-s copycat

[verse 3: yg]
took me a lotta sh-t, n-gg- go and cop me that
this money is too real, got a fixed wheel, look sloppy at
bob the builter how i built this sh-t up and got my profit back
a hundred bloods and fifty crips, tell me how you stoppin’ that?
okay, okay, okay, okay, i get it
the (?) i’m with it
then them n-gg-s gonna say that ballin’ out
hit the dealer, cop the rolls royce then i haul out

- yg lyrics

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