S On My Chest Lyrics - Birdman

That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead 

I walk around like I got a S on my chest 

I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest 

I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest 

That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead 

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead 

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead 

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead 

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead 

Reporting from kims kinda star 

Holly, CO sem team kinda far 

Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy 

I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur 

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Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford 

And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors 

Yep, red thick women, eyes adore 

I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore 

Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys 

Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy 

When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy 

I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy 

See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy 

But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy 

We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy 

I walk around like I got a S on my chest 

I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest 

I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest 

That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead 

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It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead 

Cash money, c-c-cash money 

I walk around like I got a S on my chest 

That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead 

Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy 

If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby 

Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's 

Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin' 

Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine 

Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9 

Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines 

Next nigga in line 17 on the grind 

Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines 

Big purses, million dollar headlines 

5 drops, OG the last big time 

Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time 

Like father, like son, nigga this time 

Junior got the fame and the game mastermind 

200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash 

Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags 

I walk around like I got a S on my chest 

I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest 

I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest 

That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead 

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money 

Be that cash money, c-c-cash money 

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead 

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead 

Livin' is red, that's how we play it 

A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead 

That's what I said, I put some change in yah head 

If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread 

50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop 

From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots 

Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him 

Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots 

Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss 

And bury me like my father on a cross 

And carry 19, I shall over a cross 

Shawty got that game on lock like a vault 

Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt 

Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault 

I don't jump on the track, I pull forward 

I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow 

I walk around like I got a S on my chest 

I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest 

I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest 

That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead 

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money 

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money 

I walk around like I got a S on my chest 

That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead