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rich homie quan - cash money lyrics

hook:
when i was at the bottom saying like how i never had a man
i didn’t drove all the fast cars
feeling like a crash done
and know i don’t make a deep far
i had a camp ..
i got so much cash on me
feeling like baby, but all this cash money eye y eyo
i got all this cash money
i’m back with all this cash money
cash money, feeling like baby
but all this cash money

when i will live i wanna be a hot boy
i remember buying, why i ain’t see this blocky hot boy
when i will live wanna be a hot
cash money, when i will live wanna be a hot
cash money, when i will live wanna be a hot boy
i remember buying, why i ain’t see this the blocky hot boy
or juvenile, four hundred degree hot,
many friends she cap it g, every beat have knock boy
i don’t f-ck with my police if they cop caught
all my n-gg-s know i’m serious, b-tch who they vouch for me
if you do not f-ck with me,
why you ran your mouth for them ..
i got booky sea, four g i don’t .. model you
hundred thousand count it up,
run 200 that’s my girl,
unless he’s a human, they say that i don’t laugh enough
thing n-gg- got me crackin’ up
no job, they f-ck me with no bro

[hook:]

money make you real, money make you sad
money don’t mean no deal, money got all n-gg- wild
money got family trippin, yeah money got all n-gg- high
so my money got all caught my .. but all my n-gg-s they violent
cash money, cash money, all i want is cash money
i love money my favourite clever with that..
walk around with a half from me
my partner walking with a bad girl
best believe i got strap up
’cause i don’t trust none of y’all n-gg-s
are you n-gg-s snakes?
i bust for them dollar n-gg-s
shoot shoot in your face
do voodoo but the curse on you
yall n-gg-s know what a ..
black suit, get a hundreds for you
i’ll jump it

[birdman:]
original, hey hey a hot boy
turn them 80s to 9, n-gg- we hot boy
two person n-gg-s two mags .. on my side n-gg-
some real n-gg-s i know n-gg- with all on their feets boy
ball on that front line
lord know, i made have showed em my sunshine
we some pieces on this streets n-gg-
and move a hundred bricks a week n-gg-
to max up in that lack n-gg-
two b-tches up in that back n-gg-
two b-tches up in that back n-gg-
i’m the high f-ckin n-gg-
size em up straight buggin’ n-gg-
hundred things and that back hoe
you better ride off, keep stuntin’ n-gg-

[hook:]

flamed up, straight up town
new whips we came up straight up town
i got this game here from up town
this chill drops from uptown

with all this cash money feeling like baby
with all this cash money feeling like baby

- rich homie quan lyrics

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