S On My Chest (feat. Lil Wayne & Birdman) feat. Lil Wayne,Birdman

歌詞

That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead I walk around like I got a S on my chest I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead Reporting from kims kinda star Holly, CO sem team kinda far Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors Yep, red thick women, eyes adore I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy I walk around like I got a S on my chest I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead Cash money, c-c-cash money I walk around like I got a S on my chest That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin' Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9 Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines Next nigga in line 17 on the grind Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines Big purses, million dollar headlines 5 drops, OG the last big time Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time Like father, like son, nigga this time Junior got the fame and the game mastermind 200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags I walk around like I got a S on my chest I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead That be that cash money, c-c-cash money Be that cash money, c-c-cash money It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead Livin' is red, that's how we play it A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead That's what I said, I put some change in yah head If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread 50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss And bury me like my father on a cross And carry 19, I shall over a cross Shawty got that game on lock like a vault Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault I don't jump on the track, I pull forward I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow I walk around like I got a S on my chest I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead That be that cash money, c-c-cash money That be that cash money, c-c-cash money I walk around like I got a S on my chest That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead