YakSpiller
Veteran
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nikka I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil' B.G.'s on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me, personally, playboy I don't give a fukk
And I'mma always show love to my cut
Hit the club, light the bytch up
The Cash Money motto is to drink 'til we throw up
nikka point the ho out, guaranteed I can fukk
Woadie, I'm tattooed and balled up
Medallion iced up, Rolex bezelled up
And my pinky ring is platinum plus
Earrings be trillion cut and my grill be slugged up
My heart filled with anger cause nikka I don't give a fukk
Stack my cheese up, cause one day I'ma give this street life up
Beef I don't discuss, a nikka outta line gon' get his motherfukkin' head bust
Cash Money Millionaires plus
Don't touch sum'in nikka you can't fukk
Twenty inches TV is a must
By the year two thousand I'm gut out my bus
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News cars pretty broads, neighborhood superstars
Going far, goin' to the super bowl
In the hole and I owe my nikka for frontin' me two kilos
Yellow ice with new heights, hoes got my name right
Fame got my muthafukkin' game tight
Dirt digga, ho go-getta, nikka outta line
Playboy I got ten on ya feet
Car shina, rim blinda, 20 inch rida
nikka and you can ride right beside me
Titty watcha, ho stoppa, VCR tape poppa
Neighborhood naked flick watcha
Border line Hen (hennesey) poppa
Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick
And Ca$h Money Records gone run this nationwide shyt
And playa you can believe that shyt