you to try it Boy Ia??m on that fly shit Boy, boy Ia??m on that fly shit Boy Ia??m on that fly shit Boy boy Ia??m on that fly shit (x2) Just won a thousand
do you dig what i dug cash money universe, my old town check 20 chains look like a scarf on my neck young money entertainment, drugs and fame (and buck
going no stress Your niggas dead, but you're thinkin bout head Fly hoes and condos Once you flip the kilos The fact your niggas out aint shit to
and whites, I guess the shit was cool But in high school I changed Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna play the game I walked to Crenshaw high, shit was fly
fiends for a fee Their dream is to re-up to a ki Cops watch the influx of dope through a telescope Snitches in the game, give the young G's names Bitches
to come off wrong But man my money long I say man my money long Call me stretch Armstrong Big ass chain on my junkyard dog shit Viagra swagga, fuck all yall shit
on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin' shit Came in that bitch with my ego and got cash
, gun up in my hand Money out the ocean, nigga, landin' in the sand Third war soldier, world wide general Cash Money, Young Money, fire flame spitters
, oh (Cash money millionaire, yo, yo) Got money to blow Richer than the richest We certified gettin' it CM, YM, Cash Money business Higher than the ceiling, fly
jump about the shower Hotter than ever luxury life with these models Pearl white when we jazzy Bald eagles jump fly on the harley Fly shifter new whips class Big money shit overseas cash
I gets twisted like a pretzel these rappers cryin' the blues 'Cuz I make this shit look crazier than tyin' my shoes People ask me do I write rhymes, I tell 'em I used to Shit
flexed up Ice on my wrist to my motherfuckin' neck up Y'all niggas ain't never heard of me Like that song called Shit Me Ain't too fly for a ki, lemme
down Million dollars on my neck and wrist shine for a mile She wanna see it up close then she gotta walk it out Im tha king of this rap shit f**k they
of rock now nigga, know-mean? Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave, queen's queen's queen's Yeah yeah yeah, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens Day Cash
Ass so fat I need a lap dance [Tyga - Verse 1] Shit straight killer, Max Payne, Travis Porter, make it rain Young Money gang, put you on the team All my bitches fly
you mad (Most Hated) My Swag My Swag I know You Prayed And Wished That You Had My Swag [Verse 1:] Young harlem nigga from the NY Get money, spend money, stay fly
