Cash Money Lyrics - Rich Homie Quan

When I was at the bottom seemed like I would never have nothin' 

I done drove all the fastest cars 

Feeling like a crash dummy 

Never thought I would make it this far 

Now the haters can't laugh at me 

I got so much cash on me 

Feeling like baby, with all this cash money 

I got all this cash money 

I'm 'bout to throw this cash money 

Cash money, feeling like baby 

With all this cash money 

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When I was little, wanted to be a Hot Boy 

I remember buying, wayne CD "The Block is Hot" boy 

And Juvenile, four hundred degree hot boy 

Mannie Fresh he kept it G, every beat had knock boy 

I don't fuck with no police if they in their cop car 

All my niggas know I'm G, Rich Homie who they vouch for 

If you do not fuck with me 

Why you run your mouth for? 

Camaro, I've got bucket seats 

Forgiatos mounted up 

Hundred thousand count it up 

Ran through thousands, that's my girl 

A little sense of humor, they say that I don't laugh enough 

These niggas got me crackin' up 

No joke! They fuck with me when I'm broke! 

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Money don't make you real, money make you silent 

Money don't mean no deal, money got a young nigga wildin' 

Money got family trippin', money got a young nigga hidin' 

So much money it comes up missing, 'cuz all my niggas they violent 

Cash money, cash money, all I want is cash money 

I love numbers 

My favorite class was that math subject 

Walk around with a half on me 

My partner walking with a bag on him 

You best believe I got the strap on me 

'Cause I don't trust none of y'all niggas 

(You niggas snakes) 

I bust one of y'all niggas 

(Shoot you in your face) 

Do voodoo, put a curse on y'all niggas 

(New Orleans baby) 

Black suit, get a hearse for y'all niggas 

Original, '88 a hot boy 

Turn them 80s to 90s, nigga we hot boy 

Two pistols niggas two macs on my side nigga 

Some real niggas I know nigga put all on their feets boy 

Ballin' on that front line 

Lord knows, I made sure that my son shine 

We some beasts on these streets nigga 

And move a hundred bricks a week nigga 

Two macs up in that 'lac nigga 

Two bitches up in that back nigga 

Two bitches up in that back nigga 

I'm like fuck it nigga 

Size em up straight buggin' nigga 

Hundred things and that back ho 

You better ride off, keep stuntin' nigga 

TRACK 2 ON I PROMISE I WILL NEVER STOP GOING IN 

1. THEY DON'T KNOW3. GET TF OUT MY FACE