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Bone Brothers Cash Money

Cargo is heat on a Hong Kong cruiser [Incomprehensible] contacts your cruiser No cash, they want a ton of crystal meth High risk will bring more riches than the national debt We launder money

s a thing of the PAST Rest in peace E Money Bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet in the stash Lawyer want CASH, my ba'y bro blast burners at

is the greatest Moves countin' like a calculator evaluate the master Playas operation stack your paper captivatin' money makers Feel the love from above he's an eagle He's a dove, call him Bone

x): I got some money if that's the answer! Come and be my private dancer! (3x) Sittin' here wonderin' who can I phone? Verse 1: Brother Marquis My bitch

crib The rhyme reck'ning grows as the roof gets phrased It's just another scene the Brothers had to put bun cleans Orchestrated by the Brothers that

always like that Not only in pocket but in my bank there's stacks and stacks of dough 'Cause I move slow, I get my cash flow and then I go And brother

, just chill, they down in the shark bars And me, gunslinger, clips, cock D My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds I'ma finish ya, go in brother

it up Much respect for my nigga tec Yeah Yeah and that's real straight from the three It's the "u" most defiantly in the house bitch Cash money

my peoples, slappin' bones and drinkin' wine Just come home from quentin' And all I know is strind Grind, time-uhh, dope game been gone it's either White collared crime or uhh, clickin' da bones