(Baby of BigTymer$)

N**a we don't drop albums, we drop classics

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

N**a 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

I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll!

I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control!

(Repeat twice)

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 w**d sessions

Hide your b**h 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 s**t if I ain't able to prove it

My wrist all b**h, Especially in the dark b**h

I'm a young n**a, tru 2 da game n**a, fog

And play'n with a little change n**a, fog

F**k with me I p**a little over your brain

But f**k that I ride and let my chopper rang n**a

Since 97 I got a lil thicker and taller

Chancin 6 figgaz, I'm the Cash Money Baller

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 n**a

You hoe drove mutha f**r lay down n**a

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 N**a, big tyming

Ducking h**s, shot callin, and ballin

Keepin it real, with my back against the wall'n

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 n**a we ballin outta control!

(Baby talkin s**t at the end)