Cash Flow Songtext
von Bravehearts

Yea, 2004, BraveHeart, uh huh

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 the east coast

To tha west coast, y′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 that tear your ass up
How we do things, you'll get your ass gut
Styrofoam in your casket, you lying in the dust
Your pistol-packing years wasn′t nutting, 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 three
Now you it′s him it′s me
I'm flossing with my other half Jungle y′all see
So when we step up we waste no time

We flut up ya 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 bitches, it 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 the east coast

To the west coast, y'all know how we go
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow

Yo, you poping off wit them BraveHearts
Getting money son it′s all about that paper
Yeah, them bitches want me on top of them
They see them diamonds, they always sparkling
I be I'll legal with that desert eagle
I hit you all up in your head in front of your people
Nigga, I empty out on your bitch


You′ll be dead so fast shit push back
'Cause life aint shit but bitches end millions
Good investments like acres and buildings
Lil Shortys in the hood raising them children
Baby dad locked up or somebody killed them

Fa real yo, it's crazy yo, drama all day yo
My niggas in prison wanna hear me on tha radio
′Cause where I′m from yo, life aint a game yo
Jungle's my name yo, blow with 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 the east coast

To the west coast, y′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 the idiot but
Fuck them handcuffs the cops can't touch us
A fourty-five, they got accurate aim
If you aint in my game take a bullet to tha brain
Nobody cares, life aint fair

I feel like I was born in an electric chair
Yo, wheres the jungle, gon be here for years
Just a stopper through the game like the number man
In the hood mean you got them BraveHeart slam
Step up on the side my man you don′t understand

I'm from tha QB side of things, things is things but
You know my niggas, yo they let them things ring
And we right, straight right through y'all niggas
Snatching that paper and you know we snatch a couple bitches right

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, y′all know how we go
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow