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[Intro:]
The hottest... under the sun
Whose... dat
Ain't nobody fucking with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody gon die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin
Hey it's Cash Money Records man
A lawless game

[Verse 1:]
Un-fuckin believable, Little Wayne's the president
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Even if they solevent
I know the game is crazy
It's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch
Call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money til the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him
Bury him, I know one day they gotta bury him
But I lock my casket tight baby so I don't let the devil in
Nigga, it's just me and my guitar
Yea, bitch I'm heavy metal-ing
You can get to fuckin Led Zeppelin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court, take your life for the settlement
Yes, I'm the best. and no I ain't positive, I'm definate
I know the game like I'm reffing it
This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the new testament
And I'm the god, and this is what I bless them with

[Hook:]
Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, So who you, Fuck you, You're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha fuckin Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha fuckin Cash Money millionaire

[Verse 2:]
Junior
It's cash money over everything
It's in my blood I feel it running in every vein
I'm from the mud I am a missle like the scud
What's really good, I'm about 'dat ruckus like fud
And I stayed on my flow at Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the fuckin' birdman like a lug
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million, hier to the throne
Going at the head like hair in a comb
Sittin by the window, I just stare at the storm
Knowin' I'm a get through it like hair in a comb
Young money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses
And I will take the treasure with the lord as my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen

[Hook:]
Bitch I'm me I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, So who you, Fuck you, You're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha fuckin Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm still a motha fuckin Cash Money millionaire

[Verse 3:]
Last year they had the grammys and left me in Miami
Sleeping on a nigga like I'm rapping in my jammies
I'm rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flow lethal weapon book em' danny
I'm a monster I tell you monster wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain
Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's paint
Let's go, niggas don't see me cause I'm better and bold
The only time I will depend is when I'm seventy years old
That's when I can't hold my shit within so I shit on myself
Cause I'm so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else
I'm tryna tell you like I'm saying something
I'm from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff
And there ain't nothin gonna stop me
So just envy it, hey, I'll accept a friendly quit.
(ha) yea

[Hook:]
Btch I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, So who you, Fuck you, You're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motha fuckin Cash Money millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I am a motha fuckin Cas

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