Cash Flow (Explicit Album Version)

First a studio, then a video, then we do a show

Count my cash flow

Then I ***** a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the

Range Rove

Brand new clothes,

I got all the hoes, on tha east coast

To the west coast, you all know how we go

First a studio, then a video, then we do a show

Count my cash flow

I say we got them big guns dat tear yo ass up

How we do things, you'll get yo' ass gut

Styrofoam in your casket, you lying in tha dust

Yo' pistol packin' years wasn't nuttin', see how we hit them

To tha body, and the streets so strong

Telling my *****es and my *****s hold on

I know I'm getting high,

I ***** a ***** she cry

She hold me so tight never want me to be gone

Now I'm wrong, this gee wiz this is three

Now you it's him it's me

I'm flossin' wit my other half jungle you all see

So when we step up we waste no time

We flut up your fans, and take them, they mine

I throw a *****, stomp a *****

Braveheart style

No set can come close to us, fool, they clowns

The battle of my

K.A go round and round

I turn a stupid ass smile upside down

First a studio, then a video, then we do a show

Count my cash flow

Then I ***** a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the

Range Rove

Brand new clothes,

I got all the hoes, on tha east coast

To the west coast, you all know how we go

First a studio, then a video, then we do a show

Count my cash flow

Yo' you poppin' off wit them

Bravehearts

Gettin' money son it's all about that paper

Yea, them *****es want me on top of them

They see them diamonds, they always sparklin'

I be illegal wit that

Desert Eagle

I hit you all up in your head in front of your people

*****, I empty out on your ***** ass

You'll be dead so fast *******t push back'

Cause life ain't *******t but *****es end millions

Good inves**ents like acres and buildings

Little Shorty's in tha hood raisin' them children

Baby dad locked up or somebody killed them

Fa real yo, it's crazy yo', drama everyday yo

My *****s in prison wanna hear me on tha radio'

Cause where

I'm from yo, life ain't a game yo

Jungle's my name yo, blow wit a fo' fo'

First a studio, then a video, then we do a show

Count my cash flow

Then I ***** a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the

Range Rove

Brand new clothes,

I got all the hoes, on tha east coast

To the west coast, you all know how we go

First a studio, then a video, then we do a show

Count my cash flow

Yo' the cash must be made

Organized crime, cook up a kilo break it down

To dimes, spread it out in packages 'cause

I'm in here buff

***** them handcuffs the cops can't touch us

A fourty-five, they got accurate aim

If you ain't in my game take a bullet to tha brain

*******t, nobody cares, life ain't fair

I feel like

I was born in an electric chair

Yo' where's the

Jungle, gon' be here for years

Just a stopper through the game like the

Numba manIn the hood, man you got damn

Braveheart slam

Step up on tha side my man you don't understand

I'm from tha

QB side of things, things is things but

You know my *****s,yo they let them things ring

And we right, straight right through you all *****s

Snatchin' the paper and you know

He snatchin' couple of *****es too

First a studio, then a video, then we do a show

Count my cash flow

Then I ***** a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the

Range Rove

Brand new clothes,

I got all the hoes, on tha east coast

To the west coast, you all know how we go

First a studio, then a video, then we do a show

Count my cash flow