See I ain't never ever met a boy That's getting down like you Who would have known that I would turn around And fall in love with goon 1, 2, 3, 4 Oh
at) Mid west (Where you at) They love me, They love me, They love me. [Casha:] Cause I'm a young boss. Guarentee that you ain't met your girl Casha My
Ah, ah, ah, woo, woo, woo. See I can't take the way you treat me Said that you gon need me I got your back, girl that's a fact that I will never leave
Oh baby what the hell are you waiting for I've been patient but I'm anxious to tell you exactly how I feel and You can be my boo for real and I've been
(feat. Yung Berg) Yeah It's Me Casha And I Know What I Want I Want U Hello Baby How U Doin Can I Get Your Number Can I Call U Up I Just Wanna Get 2
you can truly know I know you seeking satisfaction, you can't find it though Tryna dash for the cash and designer clothes [Chorus: Trip Lee] Forget about the cash
G. Keke, he holla'd back know I'm saying We gon tip down, you know I'm saying Dig these blues, ounce for ounce hey [50/50 Twin:] I'm the funky fresh cash
Child-exploitation in third-world-nations, For the capitalist business here, Abusing children as expendable tools, These are one of the capitalist rules
Used to see you kicking around town Out behind the cash america pawn With a can of coke and a pack of pall malls Sitting out by the pay phones, watching
back for da money like I left dat See I be runnin on the route where da cash go (where da cash go) And any nigga interfering with the cash flow So he
'm back for da money like I left dat See I be runnin on the route where da cash go (where da cash go) And any nigga interfering with the cash flow so
piu' cash e pure E money vuole piu' cash e pure Santo vuole piu' cash sette cinque tre vuole piu' cash e pure Mister Phil vuole piu' cash e Wiskbeatz vuole piu' cash
Goodbyes don't last forever goodnights are so much better if I can't explain these things to her will you be my words if I loose my balance can you be
and fat I tote that K 'for my pockets to be nice and fat Picture a nigger from uptown wit' a million Actin' bad, buyin' motherfuckin' buildins Get out the way or give your cash
We go shopping and spend 50 G's at the mall But that hurt cause Cash Money go still ball Until We Fall Chorus: I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money
ride on chrome in the 98 Lex E-S-3 I bust a nigga dome for Baby, known as B-3, and all these niggaz Know my dog a do the same for me, we family Cash
Boy, I fell off like a bad bag of dope, Ya heard me Ain't nobody wanna holla I done shook back like a 4 and a half heart Now everybody wanna holla If
(B.G. Talking) What's Happenin Mayne? This Lil' B.G Your #1 Hot Boy and I got my Chopper City boys ridin with me You know what I'm saying and we bout
