Birdman - S On My Chest (feat. Lil Wayne) Lyrics

That be that cash money piece cold restin' the deadI walk around like I got a S on my chestI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chestI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chestThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the deadIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga deadIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga deadIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga deadIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga deadReporting from kims kinda starHolly, CO sem team kinda farRidin' through the city in a tonka toyI got old money, coulda bought a dinosaurOnly ride Chevy, never drive a FordAnd my Coupe doors open like plaza doorsYep, red thick women, eyes adoreI'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whoreYep, cash money, cash money, monsta boysMafia bitch, even a cop's a boyWhen you say you want beef then I got ya, boyI'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boySee my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boyBut with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boyWe run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boyI walk around like I got a S on my chestI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chestI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chestThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the deadIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga deadCash money, c-c-cash moneyI walk around like I got a S on my chestThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the deadCash money is army, nigga, better know its gravyIf you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with babyShit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80'sBuncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshineGot to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' minesNext nigga in line 17 on the grindShoe first, nigga not seein' minesBig purses, million dollar headlines5 drops, OG the last big timeLord to the game, nigga till it's my timeLike father, like son, nigga this timeJunior got the fame and the game mastermind200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mashDoin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bagsI walk around like I got a S on my chestI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chestI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chestThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the deadThat be that cash money, c-c-cash moneyBe that cash money, c-c-cash moneyIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga deadIt's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga deadLivin' is red, that's how we play itA uptown senior be blood till I'm deadThat's what I said, I put some change in yah headIf you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stopFrom puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the potsPut the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops himPut the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knotsBitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma bossAnd bury me like my father on a crossAnd carry 19, I shall over a crossShawty got that game on lock like a vaultWeezy baby, kyan pepper, no saltWindows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your faultI don't jump on the track, I pull forwardI got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to followI walk around like I got a S on my chestI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chestI walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chestThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the deadThat be that cash money, c-c-cash moneyThat be that cash money, c-c-cash moneyI walk around like I got a S on my chestThat be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead