That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead      I walk around like I got a S on my chest   I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest   I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest   That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead      It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead   It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead   It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead   It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead      Reporting from kims kinda star   Holly, CO sem team kinda far   Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy   I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur      Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford   And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors   Yep, red thick women, eyes adore   I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore      Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys   Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy   When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy   I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy      See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy   But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy   We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy      I walk around like I got a S on my chest   I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest   I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest   That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead      It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead   Cash money, c-c-cash money   I walk around like I got a S on my chest   That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead      Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy   If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby   Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's   Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'      Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine   Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9   Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines   Next nigga in line 17 on the grind      Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines   Big purses, million dollar headlines   5 drops, OG the last big time   Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time      Like father, like son, nigga this time   Junior got the fame and the game mastermind   200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash   Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags      I walk around like I got a S on my chest   I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest   I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest   That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead      That be that cash money, c-c-cash money   Be that cash money, c-c-cash money   It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead   It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead      Livin' is red, that's how we play it   A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead   That's what I said, I put some change in yah head   If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread      50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop   From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots   Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him   Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots      Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss   And bury me like my father on a cross   And carry 19, I shall over a cross   Shawty got that game on lock like a vault      Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt   Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault   I don't jump on the track, I pull forward   I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow      I walk around like I got a S on my chest   I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest   I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest   That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead      That be that cash money, c-c-cash money   That be that cash money, c-c-cash money   I walk around like I got a S on my chest   That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead