Verse 1: I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control Cause we do shows all seven days of the week Top of the line rides flying up and down the street Any kind of car C.M.B (Cash Money Boy$) boys could claim it Lexus's, Benz's, & Truck MotorBikes you name it Rollin all the time gotta get my shine on Right here got the nine & in my left the PrimeCo Phone Rap dues I done paid it I'm on a level that these niggaz Can't fade it Nigga I been hustlin since twelve I done made it Rappin off nuthin but Mannie (Mannie Fresh) Beat$ He the greatest, but wait hold up, you ain't heard the latest Million dollar contract a 150 pages, Not minimum We makin maximum wages Let me tell u about bayou classic how we played it We hit Canal (Canal Street) so deep click so strong Every vehicle we rode in was on chrome The Hummer sound had em' jumpin in the SuperDome We got so much money we gave the bank a credit loan We go shopping and spend 50 G's at the mall But that hurt cause Cash Money go still ball Until We Fall Chorus: I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll! I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control! (Repeat twice) Verse 2: I'm a baller, drive cars with big rims Leather seats, sound bumpin all in your ears The dress code: t-shirts, Ree's (Reebok Soldiers) & Bauds (Girbauds) It's 98, my money stack it don't fold I'm a livin legend, havin fire weed sessions Hide your bitch cause I will have in my possession I'm top notch, it ain't no secret I'm hot You can spot, my Rolex watch from down the block I don't talk shit if I ain't able to prove it My wrist all bitch, Especially in the dark bitch I'm a young nigga, tru 2 da game nigga, fog And play'n with a little change nigga, fog Fuck with me I put a little over your brain But fuck that I ride and let my chopper rang nigga Since 97 I got a lil thicker and taller Chancin 6 figgaz, I'm the Cash Money Baller Chorus: x3 Verse 3: Say B (Baby), I heard Cap had another baby It's a lil girl, pop the bottle let's celebrate It's your second it's all good lay it down nigga You hoe drove mutha fucker lay down nigga You know I got a lil HotGirl to be That's my world dawg she lookin just like me I'm straight out all the old money from my old habit I'm spended that on ear rings with 10 karats I got my lil girl a Lexus for when she grow up I flying from Tennessee to Texas trying to blow up I need 10 G's a show for me to show up And six weeks for me and my click to post up We shining, wearing Rolex's that winding Stacking money for days Nigga, big tyming Ducking hoes, shot callin, and ballin Keepin it real, with my back against the wall'n Chorus: I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll! I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control! (Repeat three) I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll! Cause it ain't no secret nigga we ballin outta control! (Baby talkin shit at the end)