[Intro: Lil Wayne]
That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead
(Alright, alright)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Birdman]
I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest (Uh-huh)
I walk, I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest (Yeah)
I walk, I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest (Yeah)
That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead, that be that (Uh)
Cash Money, Ca— Cash Money (If stunna say the n***a dead, then the n***a dead, that be that)
Cash Money, Ca— Cash Money (If stunna say the n***a dead, then the n***a dead)
I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest (If youngin' say the n***a dead, then the n***a dead, I'm in bitch)
That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead (If youngin' say the n***a dead, then the n***a dead, [You dig?])

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Reporting from Kim's corner store
Hollygrove, 17th carnivore
Ridin' through the city in a Tonka toy
I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur, huh
Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford
And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors, yup
Red thick women (Uhh), I's adore
I'm a whore, you know that I'm a whore, yup
Cash Money, Cash Money, monster boys
Mafia bitch, even the cops avoid
And you say you want beef, then I got you, boy, uh
I'll just let the Big Mac, whop' a boy
See my dreads hangin' lookin' like a rasta, boy
Fuck with my roster and I turn into Mufasa, boy, haha
We run up in your casa, boy
And blast off like NASA, boy, haha
[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Birdman]
I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest (Yeah)
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, go restin' the dead, that be that (Uh)
Cash Money, Ca— Cash Money (If stunna say the n***a dead then the n***a dead, that be that)
Cash Money, Ca— Cash Money
I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest
That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Cash Money is an army n***a, better know it's gravy
If you ever fuck with Young and if you ever fuck with Baby
Shit gon' be crazy, n***a doin it like the 80's
Buncha young n***a poppin' off and they sprayin'
Up in the early, we thank Him for the sunshine
Got to get my bling on, reach for my chrome nine
Kiss mama cause we goin' out and get mines
Next n***a in line, seventeen on the grind
Shoot first, n***a not seeing mines
Big purses, million-dollar headlines
Five drops, O.G., the last Big Tyme'
Lord to the game, n***a, 'til it's my time
"Like Father Like Son," n***a, this time
Junior got the fame and the game, mastermind
Two hundred on the dash, n***a, watch me mash
Doing doughnuts in my hood gettin' paper bags
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
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, go restin' the dead, that be that
Cash Money, Ca— Cash Money (That be that)
Cash Money, Ca— Cash Money
I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest (If stunna say the n***a dead, then the n***a dead)
That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead (If stunna say the n***a dead, then the n***a dead)

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Ribbon is red, that how we pledge
An Uptown C.M.B. blood 'til I'm dead
That's what I said, I'll put some change on your head
If you ever cross a line n***a, it's nothin' but bread
Fifty shots I'm hot, n***a we won't stop
From putting candy on the slab n***a stirring them pots
Put the hammer on the jam n***a pull it and pops
And put the rubber on the bands, n***a stacking his knots

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm the boss, bih-bitch I'm the boss
And bury me like my father on the cross
And carry thy teen, I shall over a cross
Shorty got that game on lock, like a vault
Weezy Baby, cayenne pepper, no salt
Windows down on the hog in the winter, it's yo' fault
Hehehe, I don't jump on the track, I pole vault
I got that "S" on my chest, man I'm supposed to ball
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
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, go restin' the dead, that be that
Cash Money, Ca— Cash Money (That be that)
Cash Money, Ca— Cash Money
I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest
That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead