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Lil Wayne - Where The Cash At (Feat. Curren$y & Remy Ma)
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You catch my girl legs open better smash that Don't be surprised if she asks "Where the cash at?" Where the, where the cash at, where the cash at Where the, where the cash at, where the cash at (Money and Currency) Where the, where the cash at, where the cash at (Young money, Cash money) Don't be surprised if she asks "Where the cash at?" (Weezy F. baby) Hold on, hold on, hold on This song right here it's my nigga Currency The Hot Spitter (that's right) Heard me? First artist off of Young Money Cash Money 'Bout to hit y'all in the head with that motherfuckin' "Where The Cash At" Featurin' Remy Martin and my motherfuckin' self, man Do what you does lil' daddy You catch my girl legs open better smash that Don't be surprised if she asks "Where the cash at?" Where the, where the cash at, where the cash at (we did part two) Where the, where the cash at, where the cash at ('cause the first part isn't enough) Where the, where the cash at, where the cash at (we still gonna prove y'all niggas we it) Don't be surprised if she asks "Where the cash at?" Where the, where the cash at, where the cash at (my nigga, Weezy F. baby) Where the, where the cash at, where the cash at (you know what they call me) (Yo, yo) where the, where the cash at, where the cash at (my name is Currency) Don't be surprised if she asks "Where the cash at?" (yo, spit up) Bitches come a dime a dozen I fuck them sisters cousins It's a revolvin' door, pussy goin', pussy comin' And when it goes to you, it's comin' back to me with money I tell her put them shoes on and keep my paper runnin' I put my mack down just like a G's supposed to And if she don't come home with it then she's sleepin' over I got them creepin' over, we do it with the soda I like them Ameri's you can have them Omarossa's Them niggas down below us, baby, we up and over I'm tryin' to get inside that thang that sit between your shoulders I'm talkin' large toters, I'm talkin' large motors I'm talkin' burnin' rubber that melt in Pirelli odour I'm hoppin' out a lotus you lookin' at my bitch You wanna holla, you can holla, take her on a trip But when the deed done you gotta send her back Don't be surprised if she asks "Where the cash at?" 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(yeah) I got a bitch in the back, I got a hoe in the front I got purp' in the Dutch, got purp' in the cup I tell her get your money hoe or just stop breathin' 'Cause if it ain't about that dough it ain't about me neither See a gangster like myself I get that paper and pussy Then there's when I make that pussy bring the paper straight to me Bitch, you're lookin' at a real pimp ask my old hoes And they'll tell you no remote, I control hoes I'm a hoe lord, give ya that game mamma If he ain't payin' then he shouldn't be playin' I'm sayin' broke niggas only make jokes nigga I make more than I can fit in this quote nigga Unquote, come sun soak with me bitch Fly you down here and put you on some South Beach shit And if you smile at my bitch, I make her smile back Don't be surprised if she asks "Where the cash at?" Where the, where the cash at, where the cash at Where the, where the cash at, where the cash at Where the, where the cash at, where the cash at Don't be surprised if she asks "Where the cash at?" Where the, where the cash at, where the cash at Where the, where the cash at, where the cash at Where the, where the cash at, where the cash at Don't be surprised if she asks "Where the cash at?" See that other chick asked that, she said, "Where the cash at?" Rims up with the paper plastic product and where the stash at With it, she said the whip and the crib and where's the address at That bitch that be hidin' shit in the ass crack Niggas I'm fuckin' call be baby, like I'm related to Weezy Some of them call me R-Rah none of them call me easy Found out I'm fuckin' her man, now this bird is callin' me screamin' Chicken wing bitches I be firin' they just call me Breezy See, I know he got a main, but I'm cool bein' the other one 'Cause he can't get tight when he hear I picked another one I don't fall in love with them cum, and then I'm done with them Most they get from me is what pussy is some bubble gum But this one dude had me laughin' If it's just one thing I can't stand it's a baggy magnum Would've thought somebody threw me a camera the way I caught a flashback Don't be surprised if she asks "Where the cash at?" 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Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, William Curtis Jr. Stanberry, Roger Webb Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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