DRE Cash FLOW (Special Version) Lyrics

I don't really do this shit, but I'm cold at it When I broke up with that girl, she went

right at it I just gotta put it on, man, I love fashion

Damn, that girl so fine, I just love her accent But lil' bae, slow down, I just want the backy

Lil' baby, chill out, I just want the racket But if the nigga still talkin', we can get to

clappin' We get the money every day, yeah, we gotta stack it

But lil' mama goin' crazy, still tryna clap it You know, this my own team, we still got our fashion

But if a nigga talkin' shit, then we get to spazzin' AR shootin' too fast, bodies get to clappin

But we be thugged as a bitch, and you know we laughin

But if you lookin' for me, nigga, yeah, I'm in the faffin

Lil' mama like the drip, I got my own fashion She still actin' what it is, it's my Amiri jacket

I got the money comin' and I feel like I'm Batman But I ain't really tryna talk, I'm still tryna stack it

But if she leave, she comin' back if she really like it

But I've been barkin' too long, man, I need some dog food

But if you really wanna see, I can really show you

And you know this that real, this ain't on YouTube Damn, I did it super fast, nigga, think it's voodoo

Woah, woah, hey, hey Woah, woah, hey, hey

Woah, woah, hey, hey Woah, woah, hey, hey

I'ma show you how to do it, gotta make these blues But first things first, nigga, tie your shoes

But when you talkin' to a bitty, gotta keep it smooth

Cause if you don't, lil' nigga, then you break the rules

Woah, woah, woah, woah, mmm, mmm

I'ma show you how to do it, cause I do it real

I'ma show you how to do it, cause I get these blues

Man, I break the hitties down, I'ma do it real

When I break the hitties down, I'ma do it real

When I break the hitties down, I'ma do it real

When I break the hitties down, I'ma do it real

Lil' mama callin' back, she want more blues

You better tie your shoes

Pussy nigga, tryna do