Cash money 2000 – Caskey lyrics

Lyrics Caskey – Cash money 2000

Haters, careful when you bring the style ’round ’em.
F*ck these p*ssies, run a mile ’round ’em.
Just jumped out of county, ’bout to bring hell for ’em.
I stayed on the shelf for ’em, but it took y’all too long.
Man, I’m done wishing well for ’em.
Lay down my pride.
I made this rap money and some on the side.
I hear what the blog say is live..
I think that sh*t like you, deprived.
You folding when they start interrogation.
Hate that f*ck sh*t, but you scared to say sh*t.
That’s your partner, how you ..
All these f*cking p*ssies got contamination.(cash money 2000)

Who got the d*pe to sell? Who got the doors to kick?
Who got the h**s to trick? Who make the money flip?
Cash Money Records up in this b*tch.
And we gon’ keep it 2000, somewhere, sitting on an island.
You lil motherf*ckers still whilin’.
We got all the money, why is you smilin’?

We coming straight for the gualas, ain’t no use in tryna stall us
137 text messages this morning, man, I promise.
1,800 different e-mails, you don’t need to know the details.
Most of them about deposits.
You busy tweeting like some females.

I’ve been sober for a couple days.
Time to get geeked again.
I’m f*cking yo’ b*tch every Monday.
We don’t talk on the weekends.
I’m staying solid when they creeped in.
You shallow, why you in the deep end?
I got money, I don’t need friends.
I’m just kicking all these rappers’ teeth in! Yeah!

Who got the dope to sell? Who got the doors to kick?
Who got the h**s to trick? Who make the money flip?
Cash Money Records up in this b*tch.
And we gon’ keep it 2000, somewhere, sitting on an island.
You lil motherf*ckers still whilin’.
We got all the money, why is you smilin’?

Thumbing through the check.
I c*m on my b*tch, call it “c*min’ correct”
I’m thumbing through the check.
How many women here wanna have s*x?
I’m thumbing through the check.
Show me them titties, I always got time to get busy.
How much more can I put on for the city?
How much did I take? I’m starting to get dizzy.

I can’t stand a motherf*cker wanna tweet about yaa.
Won’t say it to ya face though.
You the reason I ain’t on social media.
I’m off at the lake show.
Ain’t no one out here you could wait for.
You gotta go and get it, full speed ahead.
People only finna take more.
They dead to ya, only fools feed the dead.
Speed through the light, no red.
Shout out VL where I shop.
Got the rubber bands in the shoe box.
Bandana ’round my head, 2Pac.
In the streets, we roll with the moonrocks.
I’m a iced-out human jewel box.
Well known only in a few spots.
Ignant, call her watch Hublots.

Who got the dope to sell? Who got the doors to kick?
Who got the h**s to trick? Who make the money flip?
Cash Money Records up in this b*tch.
And we gon’ keep it 2000, somewhere, sitting on an island.
You lil motherf*ckers still whilin’.
We got all the money, why is you smilinnn’?(cash money 2000)
Caskey
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