I start sick when I walk in,
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Let my dogs get the barking, laws bringing talking,
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Escort ‘em out in coffins,
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Killing all competition, peeling with the riches,
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But you all know the business.
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Chase N. Cashe up next, I’m here to do the echoes,
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Some niggers upset.
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If you want the game back, you can cut a check,
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Me, I’m at the top until then, looking out of thread.
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This is not a swag, I’m so chill with it,
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I place a lot of bets to get a mil’ ticket.
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And when I strike on, tell ‘em night night
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For the right price I take a flight for the right show.
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Rock it down, move the crowd, then I bounce,
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Grab my bitch, hit the whole town, bur an ounce.
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Smoke clouds and we’re all in the double,
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Public’s worst nightmare, my team here to trouble you.
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Money Mane got the ear and I got the vision,
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Chris Cash got the streets, real niggers with it.
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Down, talking lot of shit, now these niggers scared,
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How we about to kill the game off, it ain’t really fair.
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Fucked up, shout about it, we don’t really care,
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The money the only reason my niggers really here.
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Rather kick it back, smoke a switcher pack,
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But the money calling me like pookie with a crack.
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I fall for it, they got me all call for it,
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Niggers getting gealous, ‘cause I always got my paws on.
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And make the pretty women get it all fall for it,
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I ain’t worry about them, I’m trying afford all it.
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Pause panorama, yellow break pass,
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I’m a sure called nigger, only ride away past.
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Might buy garbage trucks
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So I can get this trash ass rappers to the dump side,
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Who lyrics worth one mine.
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My lyrics worth five, see me 20-20,
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Keep it a hundred all the time, split it 50-50.
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I know you’re thinking in your mind, man, this nigger spitting,
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I had to show the whole world like to get busy.
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A lot of women in the world trying to get even,
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But I’m married to the money and I ain’t leaving.
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Being a motherfucking man, such a great feeling,
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When I’m looking in the mirror, seeing straight millions.
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See, when I look into the mirror I see pure perfection,
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Does a equal dream weapon for my pure protection.
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Hidden message in my songs, hope you get the lesson,
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And if you do, keep it real and treat it as a blessing.
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Yeah, that’s the ransom note,
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If you want your game back you gotta pay your way.
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Yeah, that’s the ransom note,
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So if you want your bitch back, you have to come and get that.
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Ransom Note
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| Chase N. Cashe |
