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Cash Cash Break Out

Cause there's nobody home tonight Break out And take it to the floor So I can take you home and give you all the things All the things we're not supposed to do Break out

The more hits we make, more money to burn The more fame we get, niggas get concerned It don't matter who's hot, who's out Bad Boy is back for good now

view, hey Lend me ya body, you got me in a zone Bet a million and a half cash, I can make you explode You don?t wanna break the code, you want a day

out (Uh-huh) Hot shit be ringin the cops out (Come On) Street niggas is ringin them shots out [P. Diddy] Short circuits blacken the blocks out Now open

a low cash flow No hoes, no cars, no gear no dough And times got wicked.. .. I even remember havin to sell all my pawn tickets But suckers spread out

a muthafuckin' punk fool Caught you in your eye, while you reached for your tool Now it's mine, and you're blind Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop goes the nine Yeah, what you're dissin' 'bout, friend? Sayin' I went out

this type of pimpin' happens every day Niggas wanna know my steelo Bitches wanna get with the baddest Hustlin' apparatus It's the L.A. cash flow, master

spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out Syndicate

They call the cali drug expert Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt Looking flossy living costly Off the edge, out of state They gots to break