Bravehearts - Cash Flow Lyrics

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First a studio then a video then we do a show

Count my cash flow

Then i fuck a hoe roll up a smoke jump in the range rove

Brand new clothes i got all the hoes on tha east coast

To the west coast you all know how we go

First a studio then a video then we do a show

Count my cash flow

I say we got them big guns dat tear yo ass up

How we do things you'll get yo' ass gut

Styrofoam in your casket you lying in tha dust

Yo' pistol packin' years wasn't nuttin' see how we hit them

To tha body and the streets so strong

Telling my bitches and my niggas hold on

I know i'm getting high i fuck a bitch she cry

She hold me so tight never want me to be gone

Now i'm wrong this gee wiz this is three

Now you it's him it's me

I'm flossin' wit my other half jungle you all see

So when we step up we waste no time

We flut up your fans and take them they mine

I throw a nigga stomp a nigga braveheart style

No set can come close to us fool they clowns

The battle of my k.a go round and round

I turn a stupid ass smile upside down

First a studio then a video then we do a show

Count my cash flow

Then i fuck a hoe roll up a smoke jump in the range rove

Brand new clothes i got all the hoes on tha east coast

To the west coast you all know how we go

First a studio then a video then we do a show

Count my cash flow

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Yo' you poppin' off wit them bravehearts

Gettin' money son it's all about that paper

Yea them bitches want me on top of them

They see them diamonds they always sparklin'

I be illegal wit that desert eagle

I hit you all up in your head in front of your people

Nigga i empty out on your bitch ass

You'll be dead so fast shit push back

'cause life ain't shit but bitches end millions

Good investments like acres and buildings

Little shorty's in tha hood raisin' them children

Baby dad locked up or somebody killed them

Fa real yo it's crazy yo' drama everyday yo

My niggas in prison wanna hear me on tha radio

'cause where i'm from yo life ain't a game yo

Jungle's my name yo blow wit a fo' fo'

First a studio then a video then we do a show

Count my cash flow

Then i fuck a hoe roll up a smoke jump in the range rove

Brand new clothes i got all the hoes on tha east coast

To the west coast you all know how we go

First a studio then a video then we do a show

Count my cash flow

Yo' the cash must be made

Organized crime cook up a kilo break it down

To dimes spread it out in packages 'cause i'm in here buff

Fuck them handcuffs the cops can't touch us

A fourty-five they got accurate aim

If you ain't in my game take a bullet to tha brain

Shit nobody cares life ain't fair

I feel like i was born in an electric chair

Yo' where's the jungle gon' be here for years

Just a stopper through the game like the numba man

In the hood man you got damn braveheart slam

Step up on tha side my man you don't understand

I'm from tha qb side of things things is things but

You know my niggasyo they let them things ring

And we right straight right through you all niggas

Snatchin' the paper and you know

He snatchin' couple of bitches too

First a studio then a video then we do a show

Count my cash flow

Then i fuck a hoe roll up a smoke jump in the range rove

Brand new clothes i got all the hoes on tha east coast

To the west coast you all know how we go

First a studio then a video then we do a show

Count my cash flow

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