light-weight fame There'd never been no cash made in it So who thought you could get paid with it? Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta
would make you stay So I don't have to say you were the one that got away The one that got away. I was [?] you were my johnny cash Never one without
deer heads are on my living room wall More bills than Stills & Nash I like to flash, cause I got more stash than Johnny Cash Gold faucets on my sinks Inside of my
a stick and move HEY!! X daddy They call me Daddy X can I get a woot woot for my homeboy Tech (Woot woot!) Fuck checks we get paid in cash We the lords
to city stick a stick and move HEY!! X daddy They call me Daddy X can I get a woot woot for my homeboy Tech (Woot woot!) Fuck checks we get paid in cash
fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Fuck up my high [Alot of
we can unite Stand strong with the unit that's tight But young man, is it worth your life? I flip a day, a better way From back in my mind, yes, my conscience
all in my mouth, in my grill and in my jaws Platinum teeth and princess cuts, my mouth is similar to a disco ball I'm Paul Wall my smile is blinding, my
aint it baby I got some shit around my wrist that do nothin but sparkle my clothes and my mansion they madeamara so much Ice in my pinkey ring tellins horror all my
through this life I know, To what I meant to be Amsterdam Canals Johnny Cash is singing September How can you know, how can you know my soul Count the
cops Even if the park right next To the spot we setting up shop I got my mind and my cash right, a bad wife Gripping a bag tight while yall living a mad life
21 Jump Street jake, NYPD license plates I ripe with grapes, pipe the eighth, but only if my life's at stake Yo, I'm trynna get my cash established Three
get my ass out I went to see what my friend was talking about Drugs He told me cocaine would get you clout My momma said he's trouble and schools my
it poppin like Frisco My mouthpiece my pistol My bitch is that lleyo, ??? that powdered snow And if tomorrow I flash If you ever come short with the cash
(Johnny Cash) Delia, oh, Delia Delia all my life If I hadn't have shot poor Delia I'd-a had her for my wife Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone
go 'head and glance twice I don't rap about my dreams, I rap about my damn life Stackin' my paper, want me to rap 'bout my paper My credit sucks, my bills
hate me even more Tell me is it my chain, my bling Cuz a nigga simply Do The Damn Thing! Tell these haters I'm gettin.... [Ray Cash:] I'm gettin that
a mint in my mouth handlin my biz every diamond in my mouth I handle like they my kids drank follow my diamonds when I pop open the lid I take 'em to Johnny