Текст песни Cash Money 2000 - Caskey
You
know
you
bubblin'
when
they
talkin'
'bout
you
Haters,
careful
when
you
bring
the
style
'round
'em
Fuck
these
pussies,
run
a
mile
'round
'em
Just
jumped
out
of
county,
'bout
to
bring
hell
for
'em
I
stayed
on
the
shelf
for
'em,
but
it
took
y'all
too
long
Man,
I'm
done
wishing
well
for
'em
Lay
down
my
pride
I
made
this
rap
money
and
some
on
the
side
I
hear
what
the
blog
say
is
live
I
think
that
shit
like
you,
deprived
You
folding
when
they
start
interrogation
Hate
that
fuck
shit,
but
you
scared
to
say
shit
That's
your
partner,
how
you
bare
the
statement?
All
these
fucking
pussies
got
contamination
Who
got
the
dope
to
sell?
Who
got
the
doors
to
kick?
Who
got
the
hoes
to
trick?
Who
make
the
money
flip?
Cash
Money
Records
up
in
this
bitch
And
we
gon'
keep
it
2000,
somewhere,
sitting
on
an
Island
You
lil
motherfuckers
still
whilin'
We
got
all
the
money,
why
is
you
smilin'?
We
coming
straight
for
the
gualas,
ain't
no
use
in
Tryna
stall
us
137
text
messages
this
morning,
man,
I
promise
1,
800
different
e-mails,
you
don't
need
to
know
the
Details
Most
of
them
about
deposits
You
busy
tweeting
like
some
females
I've
been
sober
for
a
couple
days
Time
to
get
geeked
again
I'm
fucking
yo'
bitch
every
Monday
We
don't
talk
on
the
weekends
I'm
staying
solid
when
they
creeped
in
You
shallow,
why
you
in
the
deep
end?
I
got
money,
I
don't
need
friends
I'm
just
kicking
all
these
rappers'
teeth
in!
Yeah!
Who
got
the
dope
to
sell?
Who
got
the
doors
to
kick?
Who
got
the
hoes
to
trick?
Who
make
the
money
flip?
Cash
Money
Records
up
in
this
bitch
And
we
gon'
keep
it
2000,
somewhere,
sitting
on
an
Island
You
lil
motherfuckers
still
whilin'
We
got
all
the
money,
why
is
you
smilin'?
Thumbing
through
the
check
I
cum
on
my
bitch,
call
it
"cumin'
correct"
I'm
thumbing
through
the
check
How
many
women
here
wanna
have
sex?
I'm
thumbing
through
the
check
Show
me
them
titties,
I
always
got
time
to
get
busy
How
much
more
can
I
put
on
for
the
city?
How
much
did
I
take?
I'm
starting
to
get
dizzy
I
can't
stand
a
motherfucker
wanna
tweet
about
ya
Won't
say
it
to
ya
face
though
You
the
reason
I
ain't
on
social
media
I'm
off
at
the
lake
show
Ain't
no
one
out
here
you
could
wait
for
You
gotta
go
and
get
it,
full
speed
ahead
People
only
finna
take
more
They
dead
to
ya,
only
fools
feed
the
dead
Speed
through
the
light,
no
red
Shout
out
VL
where
I
shop
Got
the
rubber
bands
in
the
shoe
box
Bandana
'round
my
head,
2Pac
In
the
streets,
we
roll
with
the
moonrocks
I'm
a
iced-out
human
jewel
box
Well
known
only
in
a
few
spots
Who
got
the
dope
to
sell?
Who
got
the
doors
to
kick?
Who
got
the
hoes
to
trick?
Who
make
the
money
flip?
Cash
Money
Records
up
in
this
bitch
And
we
gon'
keep
it
2000,
somewhere,
sitting
on
an
Island
You
lil
motherfuckers
still
whilin'
We
got
all
the
money,
why
is
you
smilin'?
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2 Cash Money 2000
3 Kick Ass
4 No Apologies
5 Intro
6 Rarri
7 Regions
8 Been Solid
9 Motivation
10 Street Album
11 Back tha Club
12 Rick Owens
13 Check Out
14 The Drought Is Over
15 Not My Friend
16 Currency Exchange
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