[Cassidy speaks in the beginning and between each verse][Cassidy]Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the HustlerAnd I brought two of my niggaz with meand we about to shut the industry downAiyyo Wheezy let's get it poppin![Lil Wayne]Hit me!Front that shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wideI've come to take outside, nah do it right hereHop out later owning on everybody's home that you fuckin withWheezy F baby, please say the babyRiding with your bitch got keys on the ladyTriple gold these four tires on the whipYoung Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whipYeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devilThe pot or kettle, uhThe metal let 'em burn like Earth shiver births, uhIf there's any beef I come running like Mertz, uhWord up, eagle street I'm throwing my curve upWe take your ice cream and turn you into sherbertI got flow I'm like "Sure" but, if it's about dough I'm like "Sure 'nuff"I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you niggaz bird lunchI see your lips moving but I ain't heard muchYou see the wirst moving, it look like pure punchI hear the playa hating but I don't endorse suchI got the Escalade, guts like the tour busI got the styrofoam poured up with syrupAnd in the tires little package is goneMight I spend a good deal with these FirestonesI spit like Myer's bones, born in chromersFor the buyers chromosomes I got summersI got vicadens, valiums I ain't stoppingGot pot and heroin, ex, oxycontinAnd that's how we rockingHow can you hear that bop unless I'm be-boppingYeah skip when you hear that clickCash money nigga I'm that shitI leave the begging ungh![Cassidy]That's what I'm talking aboutNow Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know why they ain't fuckin with you[Fabolous]Your goddamn right I'm feeling myselfA chauffeur no sir, I'm wheeling myselfLooking for a chick chilling for selfSo I can show her the suicides and talk her into killing herselfI'm having problems dealing with wealthBut you wouldn't understand it, until you get a million yourselfYou niggaz must've got a deal for your healthYour cd is frozen food, it just chills on the shelfI spend big, at any time I can start splurgingThe twin cigs open chests like a heart surgeonAnd I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crookBut I keep a stack thick as few college booksI got a new polished lookAnd twenty dime bitches, to show y'all niggaz how my two dollars lookThe boy's got at least six digits onSo the guns gotta be at least midget longThe money, is like ten bridges longI throw bread around just to turn pigeons onI got some good smoke just for puffersThe two grand twenty's make the hustlers sufferPlus it's fluffer, than a cotton ballI've gotten calls wanting me to put the pot in mallsBut nowadays you can't put it past 'emI got a Dan Marino arm, I'm bout to throw some bullets past 'emAnd the niggaz in the hood keep quoting my linesI don't jump ship I keep floating in mineLong as I keep toting I'm fineI'mma have these dick sucking niggaz deep-throating the nineI jumped in the English ship, Benzed whipIt's Terminator 2 chrome the engines dipI'm reading scripts no, not the penmanship (no)The box-office shit (yeah), I box off this bitch (yeah)Jessica Alba, Kirsten DunstAnd still make a mil' off the first of monthsThese dudes be the first to front'Til they family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in frontI'm in the top position, I can make you a propositionI'm in the hard top waiting on the drop editionTo hell with the patienceI'mma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations[Cassidy]Yeah it is what it is, my niggaz just killed y'all and I'mma close the casketI'm tryin not to let this industry get the best of me y'allI work hard in the game, the game's stressing me y'allAll they do is complain what they expect from me y'allFrom the hood to Hollywood they respecting me y'allAnd even overseas they accepting me y'allAll the ladies show me love, the thugs repping me y'allI get a lot of dirty money so respect me or fallBut I'm saving all my checks, I'm investing 'em allThey say, what goes up is gon' definitely fallEven the stars work success, it's my destiny y'allLook, I cook tracks I got the recipe y'allYou can't name another cat that can mess with me y'allAt the shows all the hoes be molesting me y'allI got broads crying trying to get next to me y'allI got broads craving begging to have sex with me y'allScreaming, "Cash you don't know how sexy you are!"And I'm happy I'm alive, God's blessing me y'allAnd all the problems that arrive is God testing me y'allSo I pray everyday but I ain't praying too muchCause I be sinning everyday so I ain't praying enoughAnd we all could be beat, and I ain't saying I'm toughBut if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up"If it's beef when we meet then I'm spaying shit upPrraat prraat.I ain't saying too much and that's thatCause that cat you embracing with loveMight clap that gat cause he got hate in his bloodKeep your friends at a distance and your enemies closeCause the folks you call friends can envy the mostSome cats'll hang themselves if you give 'em a ropeBurn the bridge and don't give a boat, let 'em sinkSometimes you gotta give 'em some some time to let 'em thinkBut sometimes you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stinkYou can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drinkI'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blinkAs soon as your eyes shut, them niggaz will ride upAnd the guys that you trusted be getting you tied upAnd we all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leaveThat's why even if it's petty I'll be ready to squeezeBut put a cheddar in cheese, guac-a-moolaI pop the ruger, send that hot shit through ya!Like booya! That's the sound when the pound bustingOoh, ah, you'll be laying on the ground sufferingClowning's nothing to pull out and blast youI try to only resort to violence if I have toBut man niggaz out here are playing fairSo before the odds are even I'm leaving them laying thereAnd I ain't even playing believe what I'm saying hereCause before this shit gets further your click gets murderedAnd found in a hole in the grassFor trying to play that thug role I'll stomp a mud hole in your assAnd this Cass, nigga I'm that sickFull Surface nigga I'm that shit, bitch!
Songs by Carrie Underwood
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