Cash Money Roll - B.G.

I ain’t even gotta tell you how Cash Money Roll

I ain’t even gotta tell you we ballin outta control

Cause it be shows all seven days of the week

Top of the line rides flying up and down the street

Any kind of car C.M.B boys could claim it

Lexus’s, Benz’s, & Trucks, MotorBikes you name it

Rolly all the time gotta get my shine on

Right here got the nine & in my left the PrimeCo Phone

Rap dues I done paid it

I’m on a level that these niggas Can’t fade it

Nigga I been hustlin since twelve I done made it

Rappin off nuthin but Mannie (Mannie Fresh) Beats

He the greatest, but wait hold up, you ain’t heard the latest

Million dollar contract a 150 pages, Not minimum

We makin maximum wages

Let me tell u about bayou classic how we played it

We hit Canal (Canal Street) so deep click so strong

Every vehicle we rode in was on chrome

The Hummer sound had em' jumpin in the SuperDome

We got so much money we gave the bank a credit loan

We go shopping and spend 50 G’s at the mall

But that don’t hurt cause Cash Money gone still ball

Nigga Until We Fall

I ain’t even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll!

I ain’t even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!

I’m a baller, drive cars with big rims

Leather seats, sound bumpin all in your ears

The dress code: t-shirts, Ree’s (Reebok Soldiers) & Bauds (Girbauds)

It’s 98, my money stack it don’t fold

I’m a livin legend, havin fire weed sessions

Hide your bitch cause I will have in my possession

I’m top notch, it ain’t no secret I’m hot

You can spot, my Rolex watch from down the block

I don’t talk shit if I ain’t able to prove it

My wrist spark bitch, Especially in the dark bitch

I’m a young nigga, tru 2 da game nigga

Far from dumb And play’n with a little change nigga

Fuck with me I put a little over your brain nigga

But fuck that I ride and let my chopper rang nigga

Since 97' I got a lil bigger and taller

Chasing 6 figures, I’m the Cash Money Baller

Say B (Baby), I heard Cap had another baby

It’s a lil girl, pop the bottle let’s celebrate

It’s your second it’s all good lay it down nigga

You ho drove mutha fuckem lay it down nigga

You know I got a lil HotGirl to be

That’s my world dawg she lookin just like me

I’m straight out all the old money from my old habit

I’m spendin' that on ear rings with 10 karats

I got my lil girl a Lexus for when she grow up

I flying from Tennessee to Texas trying to blow up

I need 10 G’s a show for me to show up

And six weeks for me and my clique to post up

We shining, wearing Rolex’s that winding

Stacking money for days Nigga, big tyming

Fucking hoes, shot callin, and ballin

Keepin it real, with my back against the wall’n

I ain’t even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll!

I ain’t even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!

(Repeat three)

I ain’t even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll!

Cause it ain’t no secret nigga we ballin outta control!

(Baby talkin shit at the end)