Cash Flow Lyrics - Bravehearted - Bravehearts

First a studio, then a video, then we do a show 

Count my cash flow 

Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the Range Rove 

Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast 

To the west coast, you all know how we go 

First a studio, then a video, then we do a show 

Count my cash flow 

I say we got them big guns dat tear yo ass up 

How we do things, you'll get yo' ass gut 

Styrofoam in your casket, you lying in tha dust 

Yo' pistol packin' years wasn't nuttin', see how we hit them 

To tha body, and the streets so strong 

Telling my bitches and my niggas hold on 

I know I'm getting high, I fuck a bitch she cry 

She hold me so tight never want me to be gone 

Now I'm wrong, this gee wiz this is three 

Now you it's him it's me 

I'm flossin' wit my other half jungle you all see 

So when we step up we waste no time 

We flut up your fans, and take them, they mine 

I throw a nigga, stomp a nigga Braveheart style 

No set can come close to us, fool, they clowns 

The battle of my K.A go round and round 

I turn a stupid ass smile upside down 

First a studio, then a video, then we do a show 

Count my cash flow 

Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the Range Rove 

Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast 

To the west coast, you all know how we go 

First a studio, then a video, then we do a show 

Count my cash flow 

Yo' you poppin' off wit them Bravehearts 

Gettin' money son it's all about that paper 

Yea, them bitches want me on top of them 

They see them diamonds, they always sparklin' 

I be illegal wit that Desert Eagle 

I hit you all up in your head in front of your people 

Nigga, I empty out on your bitch ass 

You'll be dead so fast shit push back 

'Cause life ain't shit but bitches end millions 

Good investments like acres and buildings 

Little Shorty's in tha hood raisin' them children 

Baby dad locked up or somebody killed them 

Fa real yo, it's crazy yo', drama everyday yo 

My niggas in prison wanna hear me on tha radio 

'Cause where I'm from yo, life ain't a game yo 

Jungle's my name yo, blow wit a fo' fo' 

First a studio, then a video, then we do a show 

Count my cash flow 

Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the Range Rove 

Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast 

To the west coast, you all know how we go 

First a studio, then a video, then we do a show 

Count my cash flow 

Yo' the cash must be made 

Organized crime, cook up a kilo break it down 

To dimes, spread it out in packages 'cause I'm in here buff 

Fuck them handcuffs the cops can't touch us 

A fourty-five, they got accurate aim 

If you ain't in my game take a bullet to tha brain 

Shit, nobody cares, life ain't fair 

I feel like I was born in an electric chair 

Yo' where's the Jungle, gon' be here for years 

Just a stopper through the game like the Numba man 

In the hood, man you got damn Braveheart slam 

Step up on tha side my man you don't understand 

I'm from tha QB side of things, things is things but 

You know my niggas,yo they let them things ring 

And we right, straight right through you all niggas 

Snatchin' the paper and you know 

He snatchin' couple of bitches too 

First a studio, then a video, then we do a show 

Count my cash flow 

Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the Range Rove 

Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast 

To the west coast, you all know how we go 

First a studio, then a video, then we do a show 

Count my cash flow