that dunk dunktastic the box chevyrific the olds' cuttacular the 'lac caddylicious they put em in the game they got the fresh paint they got em raised up they did the damn thang (Jon Young
(feat. DHT) (Listen to your heart...) (Listen to your heart) [Jon Young:] Just gotta listen to my heart but I keep on ending up right back in the
[x2:] When the road gets rough, And you had about enough, And you feel like giving up, Just remember that it ain't over, So when it seems like you by
I'm yo gotti the king and I got that young cash, New money in a muthafuckin dufflebag All hundreds in a sour creme ruffles bag, Young money bitch I keep
[Young Cash:] Young Cash nappy boy I do this [Verse 1:] Day-n-nite I'm on corner with that green and white If u comin bye then come on bye I got the
(feat. T-Pain & Sophia Fresh) [Chorus: T-Pain (Sophia Fresh)] Duval County... Stand uuuppp. Young Cash, TPain, shawwty... Sophia Fresh yea yea Let'
good brain she up there with superhead But if you see her in the streets you could never tell A young lady she carry herself so well She call me she be like Cash
A lot of lil babies be thinkin my song is bout them But don't get it twisted lil baby this ones for you Shawty mean shit to me don't even much look
lookin for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub These niggas hate I'm movin so much cash and cream
name? Fuck all these other funny guys der gassed I can make a killer album den dash Ba Barbados splash We can be together on a boat and mash Me and fifi make cash
(feat. Young Cash) [Intro:] I love to call his name Yeahh ohhhh (Ohhh Yeahh) [Verse 1:] She got a stomach like ciara. Hair Like Beyonce. Gabreille
Boy] Lock down time to make my block proud California own twenty four I will watch now There's been a take over baby hostile Yea the young cali convict
die to choose between you and my cash I'm a choose money everytime, anyway I always get a new whip Besides, I'm what bitches be tryna find, I'm young,
Keke:] What's up young Ro, that's my young nigga C.M.G. my click, and my family getting bigger Utiful icon, independent cash It's the Young Don, get my
morgue Cause body bagging, back to the hood cause we sagging I ain't asking for no handout, see my demands bout That's when I planned out, see I just cash
high niggaz Branded up down to ride, for G.I. niggaz We ain't gangstas, but demand respect Ay yo let's cash some checks, while them other niggaz plex
make me hustle all the time, go out for cash makin Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears [Chorus: 2Pac + Young
cell as I dwell on my past Tryin to figure how a nigga turned dreams into cash Quick call her collect, ain't no respect on the other side My cellmate
