Chorus
Fresh up on the scene, Cash Money ‘bout to take that spot,
Go harder than a sea of Marines (sea of Marines)
Watch the money stream, I'm a rap sensation so try me
And I'm what's shaking like a tambourine (Whoa!)
I'm prepared for the war, & I'm paid underscore.
I'm on the plane on its way to the fight… (Yeah!)
Get your bread up! (Aye!)
Get your bread up! (Aye!)
Get your bread up! (Aye!)
Couple bank accounts, six-figure amounts…

Verse 1
My profit benefit, I'm something like your food stamps
I murder niggas by the dozen, like the Jew camps
I mack hoes, every city—had the block froze.
I lock in, making hits & I pack shows.
Had a rap nigga dream—hot pursuit,
But I'm your flow times two like your square root.
All you niggas know the name, start the salute!
Hit the backspace key—y’all don't compute!
Chock full’ a these bars, call me C-Nice.
& I'm a little Chinese, call me fried rice.
Watch the money make a stack, I'm the bomb-bomb;
You couldn't find me on the map with your Tom-Tom!

Chorus

Verse 2
Cash Money done went & got fly on ‘em,
Next level, now I got a bird’s eye on ‘em.
‘Bout to make it and I did it all dolo,
Promo—playing my records at the bike show.

I'm killing niggas like the rap game genocide,
A Nauti problem—I’m a rap nigga rip-a-tide!
Oh, did I mention that I'm balling like a all-star?
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& plus I got elite force, like the Navy
& I just bought a Porsche ‘cause its gravy.
you'll never be as rich as me, so pick your head up.
& before you let your top back, get your bread up!

Chorus

Verse 3: Drake
Uh, me and Wayne was getting high on em
he leaned over and told me just don't retire on em
and when they give ya’ they shoulders never cry on em
and when they love you to death just never die on em
and the question still remains
have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?
niggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name,
and somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game!

Verse 4: Usher
yeah how bout I been in this been breaking records since ‘9-4
so I ain't got to brag about records that I've broke
records that I hold
and records that I've sold
and I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo (Yeah!)
don't bite the hand of your provider
cause man if I ain't influenced you, you a liar
I'm on fire you just a biter you need to wake up and realize

2nd Chorus: Usher
It was all a dream! Yeah homey I am on my job,
& you can't take that away from me (can't take that away)
yeah I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me (see me nigga)
and they give me the love I need (yeah)
I got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more
check in the game and back in the light (yeahh)
I'm fed up (ayy) I'm fed up (ayy) I'm fed up (ay)
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired!