Money To Blow Street Version E

Richer than the richest Yeah More money, Bitches Coming to you live from The city of Houstalanta Vegas So what it do, Young nigga? One hundred. I am on a twenty-four hour champagne diet. Spilling while I'm sipping, I encourage you to try It. I'm probably just saying that 'cause I don't Have to buy it. The club owners supply it. Boy, I'm on that fly shit. I am what everybody in my past don't want Me to be. Guess what? I made it. I'm the motherfucking man. I just want you to See. Come take a look. Get a load of this nigga. Quit fronting on Me. Don't come around and try and gas me Up. I like running on E, I, I, I'm on my Disney shit, Goofy flow. On records, I'm Captain Hook and my new car Is Rufio. Damn, where my roof just go? I'm somebody that you should know. Get to shaking something 'cause that's what Drumma Produced it for. Yes, I make mistakes that I don't ever make Excuses for. Like leaving girls that love me and Constantly seducing hoes. I'm losing my thoughts. I said, "Damn, where my roof just go?" Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl. I got it. They help it and I can't Blame 'em. Since I got famous, But bitch, I got money to blow. Getting it in. Letting these bills fall all over your skin. I got money to blow. Oh, oh, Oh, oh. I got, I got money to blow. Oh, oh, Oh, oh. Cash Money Millionaires. Yeah. I got money to blow. Yeah. Richer than the richest. We certified getting it. CM, YM, Cash Money business. Higher than a ceiling, fly like a bird. Hit the Gucci store and later get served. We smoked out with no roof on it. Them people passing, so we smash on it. Buying out, we keep the cash on deck. Lamborghinis and them Bentleys on the V set. Louis lens iced up with the black diamonds. Cartier, Ferrari, the new Spider. No lie, I'm higher than I ever been. Born rich, born uptown, born to win. Fully loaded, automatic six Benz. Candy paint, foreign lights, but my bitch in. Born hustling, too big, nigga, to size me up. Kept stuffing more money, burning up. They can't help it and I can't blame 'em. Since I got famous, but bitch, I got money to blow. Getting it in. Letting these bills fall all over your skin. I got money to blow. Oh, oh, oh. Yeah. oh. Yeah. I got, got money to blow. Oh, Yeah. Oh, oh, oh. Yeah. Oh, oh, oh. Well, I get paid every twenty-four hours. Money and the power. Come, come to VIP and get a champagne shower. I don't have to worry because everything ours. And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane's Flowers. That kush. I promise that's my dude, but we don't smoke That Reggie Bush. And I'm with two women, make you take a Second look. We popping like champagne bottles, But we never shook. And we gon' be alright if we put Drake On every hook. They can't help it and I Can't blame 'em. Yeah, y'all dig it. Since I got famous. Birdman. I got money to blow. Junior. Getting it in. Son of Percy. bills fall all over your skin. Drinky I got money to blow. Big mansions. Oh, oh, Pop bottles. Atlantic in the backyard. I got, money to blow. Jet skis and jets. Oh, oh, oh. Yeah. Oh, Price. Oh, oh. Mulah. got money to blow. CMB, baby. Yeah. Just like that. Brrat. Big money poppa.