Nigga we don't drop albums, we drop classics

 Verse 1:

 I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll
 I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control
 Cause we do shows all seven days of the week
 Top of the line rides flying up and down the street
 Any kind of car C.M.B (Cash Money Boy$) boys could claim it
 Lexus's, Benz's, & Truck MotorBikes you name it
 Rollin all the time gotta get my shine on
 Right here got the nine & in my left the PrimeCo Phone
 Rap dues I done paid it
 I'm on a level that these niggaz Can't fade it
 Nigga I been hustlin since twelve I done made it
 Rappin off nuthin but Mannie (Mannie Fresh) Beat$
 He the greatest, but wait hold up, you ain't heard the latest
 Million dollar contract a 150 pages, Not minimum
 We makin maximum wages
 Let me tell u about bayou classic how we played it
 We hit Canal (Canal Street) so deep click so strong
 Every vehicle we rode in was on chrome
 The Hummer sound had em' jumpin in the SuperDome
 We got so much money we gave the bank a credit loan
 We go shopping and spend 50 G's at the mall
 But that hurt cause Cash Money go still ball
 Until We Fall

 Chorus:
 I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll!
 I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!
 (Repeat twice)

 Verse 2:

 I'm a baller, drive cars with big rims
 Leather seats, sound bumpin all in your ears
 The dress code: t-shirts, Ree's (Reebok Soldiers) & Bauds (Girbauds)
 It's 98, my money stack it don?t fold
 I'm a livin legend, havin fire weed sessions
 Hide your bitch cause I will have in my possession
 I'm top notch, it ain't no secret I'm hot
 You can spot, my Rolex watch from down the block
 I don't talk shit if I ain't able to prove it
 My wrist all bitch, Especially in the dark bitch
 I'm a young nigga, tru 2 da game nigga, fog
 And play'n with a little change nigga, fog
 Fuck with me I put a little over your brain
 But fuck that I ride and let my chopper rang nigga
 Since 97 I got a lil thicker and taller
 Chancin 6 figgaz, I'm the Cash Money Baller

 Chorus: x3

 Verse 3:
 Say B (Baby), I heard Cap had another baby
 It's a lil girl, pop the bottle let's celebrate
 It's your second it's all good lay it down nigga
 You hoe drove mutha fucker lay down nigga
 You know I got a lil HotGirl to be
 That's my world dawg she lookin just like me
 I'm straight out all the old money from my old habit
 I'm spended that on ear rings with 10 karats
 I got my lil girl a Lexus for when she grow up
 I flying from Tennessee to Texas trying to blow up
 I need 10 G's a show for me to show up
 And six weeks for me and my click to post up
 We shining, wearing Rolex's that winding
 Stacking money for days Nigga, big tyming
 Ducking hoes, shot callin, and ballin
 Keepin it real, with my back against the wall'n


 Chorus:
 I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll!
 I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!
 (Repeat three)
 I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll!
 Cause it ain't no secret nigga we ballin outta control!

 (Baby talkin shit at the end