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Gold Cash Gold

so don't ask me for fuckin any I'll break a bum off but you niggaz can't get a penny When I was broke, I stole my gold, I pawned I lived the life of a

made Lifestyle plush,females rush This high profile personality,who earns his pay illegally Professional liar,schoolboys admire Young girls desire,very few live to retire Cash

heart of a child who never knew his roots Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots Parkin' Caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talk Truckin' diamonds and gold

cop Move like a king when I roll hops You try to flex bang another nigga drops You gotta deal with this 'cause there's no way out Why? Cash money ain

on the mat they get laid Let me pimp or let me die that's the game I chose Condos, speedboats, and beautiful hoes Cartier wristwear, furs and gold And mad cash

, cost twice that of my Porsche A Testarossa Ferrari, convertible of course It purred like a jet, "Yo man, I bought it with cash" It had 'Donald-D' written in gold

was stole from he Indians, show and prove What was that? A straight up nigga move A low down shame, yo it's straight insane Yet they complain when a nigga snatch their gold

stunts But they claim that they're rich and that they keep cash Yo, let me straighten this out fast Two hundred thousand records sold And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold

rearview V-12 engine, corners spinnin' Twinkies shinin', pinky ring Armadale, nigga stinky stink Top, down, my cash is up Gold chain, I don't give a fuck Gold