you to try it Boy Ia??m on that fly shit Boy, boy Ia??m on that fly shit Boy Ia??m on that fly shit Boy boy Ia??m on that fly shit (x2) Just won a thousand
team in thug mansion And I sell like pac Thats a thugs passion And this the realest shit I ever wrote And all eyes on me like a microscope Young jeezy
in LA (Let my angel sing) Chorus Outro: Makaveli This go out for 92.3, and 106 All the radio stations that be bumpin my shit Makin my shit sells katruple
casket like I pay to close the case I'm made straight mafia shit front line Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit If I talk about my
harmin young, fly wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking And I aint just begun, I been runnin my city like Diddy ya chump I fly by ya in a foreign
cuz its my jet nigga Money aint shit cuz my rottweilers drink moet Diamond baugette bracelets for my lovers Playa, i use cristal to lubricate rubbers Who got shit
In The Way And I'm, I'm Sitting High, A Gansta Ride Blades If You Ain't Gone Ride Fly Than You Might As Well Hate Shit I Gotta Eat... Yeah, Even Though
with this money on my mind gotta hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin on some shit breaking bread choppin millions cause a bitch aint shit told as a youngin
about 180 Mazeratti, matchin drop top sun shade Gotta be fly, P1 nigga, spent about five on a condo high in the sky G4 whenever, fly in any weather Had
[Wayne] What, wha, wha, wha, wha What, wha, wha, wha, wha Cash Mo-ney Millionairs So take it there [Juvenile] Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
Stuff+ - Oh Boy And ya wanna swallow ya - Boy But tomorrow you can (Boy) halla at 'cha - Boy Boy Boy Boy Yes, its the Cash Money - Boy The Young Money
do you dig what i dug cash money universe, my old town check 20 chains look like a scarf on my neck young money entertainment, drugs and fame (and buck
going no stress Your niggas dead, but you're thinkin bout head Fly hoes and condos Once you flip the kilos The fact your niggas out aint shit to
and whites, I guess the shit was cool But in high school I changed Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna play the game I walked to Crenshaw high, shit was fly
fiends for a fee Their dream is to re-up to a ki Cops watch the influx of dope through a telescope Snitches in the game, give the young G's names Bitches
to come off wrong But man my money long I say man my money long Call me stretch Armstrong Big ass chain on my junkyard dog shit Viagra swagga, fuck all yall shit
on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin' shit Came in that bitch with my ego and got cash
