New Cash Money
(专辑: Da Drought 3 - 2007)
Hahaha Uh-oh Brisco The
new Cash Money Believe that! Hahaha Ugh (Yeah, yeah) I'm from the
cocaine era, packs in my stroller Two beepers and a
flip, Star-Tech Motorola (What up) Bally silks (Ugh), Kangol tilts (Kill it) Stand straight when the
boss talking, hush your lips Mob-affiliated contract hits I
let the
street declare war when you want that beef (Want that beef, yeah) Talk cheap, get money, I
was taught to ride Loyalty came first, and we don't switch no sides I'm a
savage on the
block, nickel rocks and heroin hopes (Yeah) I
walked the
ghetto like them, but I
was taking my notes (I was taking my notes, Wayne) Certified goon (Yeah), the
lock's on standby (What up) I
just need a
couple real niggas I
can stand by (Yeah, C-M-B) A
bad bitch with hips (Ugh) And two niggas on the
interstate, taking them trips (Let's get it, 12) I'm into carats like Bugs Bunny (Yeah) Young Brisco (Ugh), the
New Cash Money (Haha) Wayne! Yeah Hello, world Hahaha That was the
homie, Brisco I
am Weezy F.B And we are them Cash Money Boys You dig? Hahaha, yeah One! Reporting live from the
booth (Yeah!) I'm killing these bitches, Young Wayne Carruth (Kill 'em, Wayne) Untamed and loose; blunts, drank and juice I
was once a
spark; into a
flame, it grew I
don't complain to you—don't complain to me Everybody got beef, and I
just came to eat I'm in the
game for keeps; if you in my lane, I
beep (Ugh) I
been running this shit, and I
never sprained my knee And guess who came home? Ronnie the
O.G. (Yeah) He still on papers, nigga, we're never free And for my homie Streets, I'ma twist one up He can't even hit the
kush; he gotta piss in a
cup (Ugh) What is this on my wrist? Shit is sicker than "ugh" Yo, Brisco, there ain't a
sky bigger than us (Yeah) What's good? I'm in Diamonds—is you tipping or what? (Yeah) I
took your bitch and she ain't coming back to work for a
month Weezy Baby (Ugh) Cool, that's cool, let 'em live, Weez You already know what it is Ahem Yeah, don't be scared now Tell 'em, tell 'em We just got started But I
done already told 'em Yeah, ugh, Mack But they didn't wanna hear me Yeah, c'mon Hahaha! Go! I'm in the
all-red Flying Spur (Haha), on Asantis (Yeah) With a
bad red bone that look something like Ashanti (Hahaha) OK, light brown, Southern-tan Medina (Ugh, ugh) With a
light-brown, thick thing like Trina (Yeah, haha) Um, you prolly seen us (Uh-huh, yeah) Ripping the
streets with no top between us You're so genius That's my word, you know I
got you, twin (You know I
got you) You're a
real nigga, dog, thanks for letting me in (Ugh) (Believe that!) Yeah, he in the
game now, and I'm betting he win And I'm the
rap landlord, just collecting my rent (Ugh) I
put the
house on Lil' Bris', we gon' eat this year (We gon' eat this year) Silence for the
real niggas who ain't see this year (Hold up) Open your eyes, open your eyes—Cash Money has a
new face (Yeah, ugh) And we gon' tie the
shit up like a
shoelace (Ugh) And that's me, the
young hood messiah '0-7, I'ma set the
fucking hood on fire (Yes sir) Whoa, yeah Suh—Suh—Suh—C-M-B Haha Young Money Listen, man Weezy and Brisco Hahaha Get ready As a
matter of fact, you ain't C-M-B P-O-E E-Class, what it does? Brisco—Big Chuck, what it does? Triple C's, Street Mob G-12 Yeah Slim and Baby, what it is? We gon' eat this year Ugh The
whole faculty The
whole mob Yeah I
know