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I'm Great Video (MV)




Performed By: Money in Cash
Language: English
Length: 5:06
Written by: Micah Judson




Money in Cash - I'm Great Lyrics




Lack excuses every track is a Execution
Stay pulling tags off like im tight With the boostas
This aint wat you used To 16 hot like burnt thots
Headed to Da top and i cant stop wont stop
I Remember walking for cake
I need dat cheese by any means
Have seeing dem angels for a slice of devil pie,grown riding stocks on da Ride
They mad cuz da on da down end n I'm on da rise
Look me in my eyes im Da captain now no flow hotter, flow Start fire 1st 4 bars
Get da water cool off, spitting Nothing but the hot shit need a Round of applause, Smoking like a Burning building
14 stuff in a cone
In zone putting Nouns n verbs Together like Scrabble players
Oh you Smooth but im a different layer, 3/4 Amazing 1/4 man
Something outta this world, time They kno who i am

Come at me with nonsense, you leaving s
Senseless, cant let a mad dog just Walk around gotta put it down
Thoughts of takin over the world While brain, bitch thick like pinky
Hype up me call her flav flav
Mite bring her on stage, Approach The track wit clam rage,just grew Back da braids Feelin like da answer, Keep ya questions if ain't about Progress
Glock insurance on da ice
Please dont lose ya life, bring my bars Giving da game life
Unusual spect Killin shit in plain sight, get clapped For a light fee ya life cheap
I be Clapping at ya wake celebrating
Marksmanship at its finest, my hit
Man always get da job done with Flawless timing
A true passion for da 16s, flow Cancerous and addictive as Nicotine
You f*cking wit me one of ya sickest Dreams
I been spitting like this since Ateen, livin inside my dreams ya Reality

Turn dat a.c on wen u bump me thjs Pure heat
Bound make u bob ya head, might Move ya feet
You now listening to one Da greatness to ever do it, thinking Other wise u foolish
Stackin like im Jewish, i need land And
Gold, seen my nigga make a killin wit Tan
I made a killin on wat ever i got my Hands on
Da plan strong nothin happens over
Night dats goin last a lifetime, 24hrs In a day find time to get paid
Never Knock da hustle if its paying bills
Baby make dat ass clap in dem Heels,f*ck how dey feel,get dem dolla Bills
I only do forgein wheels, spitting hot Shit need round applause
They can keep da belt but a nigha rap His ass off
16 blast off 12 guge style close range
Cant tell da difference from off brain Or writtin down
Cuz i live this pal Ain't no need to style im great
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English

Lack excuses every track is a Execution
Stay pulling tags off like im tight With the boostas
This aint wat you used To 16 hot like burnt thots
Headed to Da top and i cant stop wont stop
I Remember walking for cake
I need dat cheese by any means
Have seeing dem angels for a slice of devil pie,grown riding stocks on da Ride
They mad cuz da on da down end n I'm on da rise
Look me in my eyes im Da captain now no flow hotter, flow Start fire 1st 4 bars
Get da water cool off, spitting Nothing but the hot shit need a Round of applause, Smoking like a Burning building
14 stuff in a cone
In zone putting Nouns n verbs Together like Scrabble players
Oh you Smooth but im a different layer, 3/4 Amazing 1/4 man
Something outta this world, time They kno who i am

Come at me with nonsense, you leaving s
Senseless, cant let a mad dog just Walk around gotta put it down
Thoughts of takin over the world While brain, bitch thick like pinky
Hype up me call her flav flav
Mite bring her on stage, Approach The track wit clam rage,just grew Back da braids Feelin like da answer, Keep ya questions if ain't about Progress
Glock insurance on da ice
Please dont lose ya life, bring my bars Giving da game life
Unusual spect Killin shit in plain sight, get clapped For a light fee ya life cheap
I be Clapping at ya wake celebrating
Marksmanship at its finest, my hit
Man always get da job done with Flawless timing
A true passion for da 16s, flow Cancerous and addictive as Nicotine
You f*cking wit me one of ya sickest Dreams
I been spitting like this since Ateen, livin inside my dreams ya Reality

Turn dat a.c on wen u bump me thjs Pure heat
Bound make u bob ya head, might Move ya feet
You now listening to one Da greatness to ever do it, thinking Other wise u foolish
Stackin like im Jewish, i need land And
Gold, seen my nigga make a killin wit Tan
I made a killin on wat ever i got my Hands on
Da plan strong nothin happens over
Night dats goin last a lifetime, 24hrs In a day find time to get paid
Never Knock da hustle if its paying bills
Baby make dat ass clap in dem Heels,f*ck how dey feel,get dem dolla Bills
I only do forgein wheels, spitting hot Shit need round applause
They can keep da belt but a nigha rap His ass off
16 blast off 12 guge style close range
Cant tell da difference from off brain Or writtin down
Cuz i live this pal Ain't no need to style im great
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Writer: Micah Judson
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