Cash Money Roll Lyrics - B.g.

(Baby of BigTymer$) 

Nigga we don't drop albums, we drop classics 

Verse 1: 

I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll 

I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control 

Cause we do 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 (Cash Money Boy$) boys could claim it 

Lexus's, Benz's, & Truck MotorBikes you name it 

Rollin 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 niggaz Can't fade it 

Nigga I been hustlin since twelve I done made it 

Rappin off nuthin but Mannie (Mannie Fresh) Beat$ 

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 hurt cause Cash Money go still ball 

Until We Fall 

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Chorus: 

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

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

(Repeat twice) 

Verse 2: 

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 all bitch, Especially in the dark bitch 

I'm a young nigga, tru 2 da game nigga, fog 

And play'n with a little change nigga, fog 

Fuck with me I put a little over your brain 

But fuck that I ride and let my chopper rang nigga 

Since 97 I got a lil thicker and taller 

Chancin 6 figgaz, I'm the Cash Money Baller 

Photos 

Chorus: x3 

Verse 3: 

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 hoe drove mutha fucker lay 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 spended 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 click to post up 

We shining, wearing Rolex's that winding 

Stacking money for days Nigga, big tyming 

Ducking hoes, shot callin, and ballin 

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

Chorus: 

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)