Some Shit Dats Why J-Money Aint Trusting Nan Bitch Mine As Well Gone Let Her Fuck Da Whole Click Okay [Chorus] [Verse 2: Cadillac Don] (A Man, Yo Who
Bi*** Sounds Good And For U Niggas Who Snitches Sh** U Cant Be Trusted Might As Well Call Me Lee Dungarees I Cant Be Busted But Im Cadillac Don
Look.. Money ain't never move me.. Bitch this ain't a movie This is real life, so why you tryin' to do me? Sit back and relax and think about the past
me So I can put 'em where they 'pose to be One at the head, one in the middle And one down by my feet, she keep ticklin' me Neighbors bangin' on the
, yeah Do what you want me to, I will do anything Get on my knees for you, oh baby, what else is there to do I don't know, I don't know but I'll cry
for me while haters be attacking me, backing me To a corner while a brother trying to get theirs And I need a queen backing me while I'm running my faculty Telling me
shit i got here you got there right on time feadz and j-mat on the track and my voice got to shine all the time call me uffie little girl full of static making money
can't stop driving them gangster cars new cars just don't appeal to me It's 2004 and I'm a still a "G" Cops don't want brothers loiterin' Gangbangers
my conversation, trying to figure which car I drive I'm on the scene strapped up like I was bungee jumping Hit the corner you hear me bumping Look at
, catch a bit of throw tantrum It don't matter, 'cause a victory you gon' hand 'em No Phantom, slabs and 4's Money pimps coming through, so nigga grab
Ain't what it seems, what the south about Big money, big guns and those big booties I be that soldier you looking at that Judging me while you do you
new recipe Don't even know why you step to me Sayin' you ain't impressed with me I ain't trippin' darlin' I hear my homies callin' And when there's money
top, playboy Look here These lil' young jive motherfuckers just jumpin' off the porch [B.G.] Let me at 'em [Baby] Better catch they motherfuckin' cut, nigga Look
look like a dealership, got a whole lot of Caddy's Make us look like a sallie, got a whole lot of karats I'm Cadillac Don, I pull an old paper wad Look at my neck, look at
out J-Ro blow like artery with the West coast artistry Devils wanna kill me but they don't wanna martyr me I spit philosophy with maximum velocity Relaxin' at
bang me some maze Maybe O.J's Ho's be going crazy when they see me Sittin' sideways on them 24's Watch ya ho, watch ya money, watch ya clothes Single
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