yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
(chorus)
i came from the bottom of the bottom i aint never goin back
got my head to the sky and the city on my back grindin
you know where you can find me dead presidents homie
cash rule everything around me i came from the bottom of the bottom i aint never goin back
got them gucci locs fitted and the plastic on my lap grindin
you know where u can find me dead presidents homie cash rule everything around me
(verse 1)
??? ??? ??? south florida raised born in the slums where the young aint safe
never had a crum so a thug i became starded sellin dope just to get the new j's
my momma wasnt there my daddy wasnt either so i said f**k school the block was my teacher wasnt good at math but i could break down a half
in the pot let it rock? in the block on smash that was high me and my n***** ate ate addicted to the fast cash we was all flippin big weight
in and out a state gettin cake like we won the lotto flyin birds in the trunk like theres no tomorow thats the code that we live by die by so now they dont sit high when i ride by and BMU
the only n***** that i ride for til my eyes close n****
(chorus)
(verse2)
money its one hell of a motivation
but it could put you in some f**ked up situations
i learned how to flip that white but that white almost got me life
knock knock the feds at the front door half a brick in the toilet trynna flush more
what the f**k imma do now im locked up how the f**k imma get out
on the road to riches and diamond rings got a pistol on my lap tryna get this green
im tryna live that dream stay fly like a n**** grew wings im so fly in em thousand dollar jeans
d-boy fresh n**** from my head to my feet
and im a tell ya like bank? told me cash rule everything around to be
(chorus)
(chorus)
i came from the bottom of the bottom i aint never goin back
got my head to the sky and the city on my back grindin
you know where you can find me dead presidents homie
cash rule everything around me i came from the bottom of the bottom i aint never goin back
got them gucci locs fitted and the plastic on my lap grindin
you know where u can find me dead presidents homie cash rule everything around me
(verse 1)
??? ??? ??? south florida raised born in the slums where the young aint safe
never had a crum so a thug i became starded sellin dope just to get the new j's
my momma wasnt there my daddy wasnt either so i said f**k school the block was my teacher wasnt good at math but i could break down a half
in the pot let it rock? in the block on smash that was high me and my n***** ate ate addicted to the fast cash we was all flippin big weight
in and out a state gettin cake like we won the lotto flyin birds in the trunk like theres no tomorow thats the code that we live by die by so now they dont sit high when i ride by and BMU
the only n***** that i ride for til my eyes close n****
(chorus)
(verse2)
money its one hell of a motivation
but it could put you in some f**ked up situations
i learned how to flip that white but that white almost got me life
knock knock the feds at the front door half a brick in the toilet trynna flush more
what the f**k imma do now im locked up how the f**k imma get out
on the road to riches and diamond rings got a pistol on my lap tryna get this green
im tryna live that dream stay fly like a n**** grew wings im so fly in em thousand dollar jeans
d-boy fresh n**** from my head to my feet
and im a tell ya like bank? told me cash rule everything around to be
(chorus)