Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat €uro)
Mixtape: Dedication 5
Year: 2013
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[Intro – Raekwon, Method Man & (€uro)]
What that nigga want? God?
Word up, look out for the cops
Cash rules
Word up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives
Niggas got garbage down the way, word up
Know what I’m saying
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M., get…
Yeah, check this old fly shit out, word up (uh, €uro)
Cash rules everything around me
Take you on a natural joint
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Here we, here we go
Dolla-dolla bill y’all (check)
[Verse 1 – €uro]
I’ve been having these nightmares of loosin’ time with no reward
Mama would call the Lord before she called the law
Then I went and found time in a Audemar
Time is money, so I spent it all trying to order more
They say beef is a poor man’s sport
Behind the money get that Robert Port, fuck it
[Chorus – Method Man]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar-dollar bill y’all
[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
Uh, I don’t cut the work, drop top on 20’s
Soon as I learned how to talk, I talked business
Niggas ain’t safe, all 9 Innings
And to you it’s just change, I want every JC Penny
And I walk up in your funeral late, suit rented
Lift her mini skirt, get behind her like Benny
Goin’ at ya neck, get the rope, tie a noose
This a gun check, now who do I write it to?
I’m dirty like ENT, shout out to Murphy Lee
Gotta cut up the credit cards, plastic surgery
I’m a God, Mercy Me, I’m higher than mercury
Smokin’ on that strong, full of that Hercules
Bartender, hurry up, hurry up with my drink
Niggas pullin’ cables like a they come with a string
I’m standing over the stove with my gun in the sink
Cause I don’t know what niggas thinking, but I know how they think
Uh, catch a skateboard to the jaw
I’m in that pussy, she in awe
And this here is my homeboy Quick Draw McGraw
I’m even on both sides of the seesaw
You can get your head cut off with a saw, yee-haw
Kill you and your right-hand man, SouthPaw
Money over bitches, and above the law
Money over bitches, and above the law
Money
[Chorus – Method Man & (Lil Wayne)]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar-dollar bill y’all
(Yeah)
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar-dollar bill y’all
[Verse 3 – Lil Wayne]
Uh, pocket full of money with a posse full of hitters
Black and white Porsche’s, like a Nazi with a nigga
Money make the world 360
We throw them dollars up, them bitches better be frisbees
Pounds in the freezer, fifty rounds in the sweeper
Counter full of coke, naked bitch baggin’ up
And if the bitch stealing, I know where her mama live
I love this shit so much, I got on a tux
Man it’s been a minute since I seen my nigga Bubba
Some niggas fade away, some niggas hit the jumper
Kidnap your niece, don’t cry, call your uncle
We don’t wanna hurt ya baby, we just want your uncle
25 lighters on the dresser, yessir
I ain’t hearin’ that bullshit, I’m deafer then Leppard
Somewhere out wherever, they find your body severed
You know they findin’ niggas guilty like they findin’ treasure
But get your money
On occasions I get too wasted, it’s an occasion
I heard a nurse say: “thank you for being so patient”
I know my niggas got me, we good forever
Get the cheese nigga, please abort the shredder
Turnin’ good to better, gotta pull it together
I wish that blood on the floor, was rose pedals
Real gangstas die of old age
And old money, get paid my nigga
Tunechi
[Chorus – Method Man]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar-dollar bill y’all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar-dollar bill y’all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar-dollar bill y’all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar-dollar bill y’all
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