Intro-You wan' smoke that go 'head roll it son..I don't give a fuck man smoke that shit..You can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crackI don't give a fuck what you wanna do man..Don't look to me to stop you man.. Yeah..I'm not gettin' in the way..Chorus-Cash rules i keep a shooter 'round meQueens get the money, i have a nigga killed y'allYour in the hood ask niggaz about meJesus, for the money, niggaz'll go real hardVerse-You are now under my hypnosisSummertime grind come out with the toastersI return like a animal ferociousNew money breed new enemies, nigga you know thisAnother mill another nigga sickI got nuttin' but hard dick for your bitch to lickI box unorthodox, Southpaw, outlaw, bricks of rawI'm out in the drought i make the dope price sourShit cool till the Mack out, run when they back outA nigga finna back, i better pray that bitch jamIt's in god's hands, it's all god's planYou mean even when a nigga gettin' smoked god damn..Chorus-Cash rules i keep a shooter 'round meQueens get the money, i have a nigga killed y'allYour in the hood ask niggaz about meJesus, for the money, niggaz'll go real hardVerse-I push my pill with passion, i'm the author of the struggleWhere pain is the headcrack, the sign of a devilTrick Six six six i'm back on my bullshitSee clear through my third eye, it's gon' be a murderEvery summer every winter every springYou think i'm bullshittin' i put that on errthangThe shootin' gon' start right after the shit talkin'I was sellin' crack while Mike was moonwalkin'Twenty off a pack, i stacked, i can't call itI blast ya like NASA jack, ya outta orbitI mean your outta order, you don't want me to send a nigga to yaSo he can put some hot shit through ya, do ya?Chorus-Cash rules i keep a shooter 'round meQueens get the money, i have a nigga killed y'allYour in the hood ask niggaz about meJesus, for the money, niggaz'll go real hardOutro-Yeah..I'm back baby i'm back.. New shit..The drought over..New product..Yeah..Man i can't fit in with these niggaz man..I mean niggaz got mohawks, they wearin' skinny jeans man..I think these niggaz is faggots man..For real man..They with the rainbow club man..They think this shit is a fad come on man..I think it's more than that man..I think it's more than that..So if a nigga wear a dress, you gon' put on a dress too?Come on man..Chorus-Cash rules i keep a shooter 'round meQueens get the money, i have a nigga killed y'allYour in the hood ask niggaz about meJesus, for the money, niggaz'll go real hard
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Intro-
You wan' smoke that go 'head roll it son..
I don't give a fuck man smoke that shit..
You can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack
I don't give a fuck what you wanna do man..
Don't look to me to stop you man.. Yeah..
I'm not gettin' in the way..
Chorus-
Cash rules i keep a shooter 'round me
Queens get the money, i have a nigga killed y'all
Your in the hood ask niggaz about me
Jesus, for the money, niggaz'll go real hard
Verse-
You are now under my hypnosis
Summertime grind come out with the toasters
I return like a animal ferocious
New money breed new enemies, nigga you know this
Another mill another nigga sick
I got nuttin' but hard dick for your bitch to lick
I box unorthodox, Southpaw, outlaw, bricks of raw
I'm out in the drought i make the dope price sour
Shit cool till the Mack out, run when they back out
A nigga finna back, i better pray that bitch jam
It's in god's hands, it's all god's plan
You mean even when a nigga gettin' smoked god damn..
Chorus-
Cash rules i keep a shooter 'round me
Queens get the money, i have a nigga killed y'all
Your in the hood ask niggaz about me
Jesus, for the money, niggaz'll go real hard
Verse-
I push my pill with passion, i'm the author of the struggle
Where pain is the headcrack, the sign of a devil
Trick Six six six i'm back on my bullshit
See clear through my third eye, it's gon' be a murder
Every summer every winter every spring
You think i'm bullshittin' i put that on errthang
The shootin' gon' start right after the shit talkin'
I was sellin' crack while Mike was moonwalkin'
Twenty off a pack, i stacked, i can't call it
I blast ya like NASA jack, ya outta orbit
I mean your outta order, you don't want me to send a nigga to ya
So he can put some hot shit through ya, do ya?
Chorus-
Cash rules i keep a shooter 'round me
Queens get the money, i have a nigga killed y'all
Your in the hood ask niggaz about me
Jesus, for the money, niggaz'll go real hard
Outro-
Yeah..
I'm back baby i'm back.. New shit..
The drought over..
New product..
Yeah..
Man i can't fit in with these niggaz man..
I mean niggaz got mohawks, they wearin' skinny jeans man..
I think these niggaz is faggots man..
For real man..
They with the rainbow club man..
They think this shit is a fad come on man..
I think it's more than that man..
I think it's more than that..
So if a nigga wear a dress, you gon' put on a dress too?
Come on man..
Chorus-
Cash rules i keep a shooter 'round me
Queens get the money, i have a nigga killed y'all
Your in the hood ask niggaz about me
Jesus, for the money, niggaz'll go real hard
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