"S" on My Chest

[Intro] "That be that Cash Money piece, go restin' the dead" (Alright, alright) [Hook] 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 Yeah... uhh If stunna say the nigga dead then the nigga dead (2x) If youngin' say the nigga dead, then the nigga dead (2x) [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) eyes adore I'm a whore, you know that I'm a whore, yup! Cash Money, Cash Money, monster boys Mafia bitch! Even the cop's avoid And you say you want beef, then I got ya boy I'll just let the Big Mac, Whoppa-boy See my dreads hangin' lookin' like-a rasta boy Fuck with my roster and I turn into Mufasa boy... We run up in ya casa boy And blast off like NASA boy! [Hook] [Verse 2: Birdman] Yeah, Cash Money is an army nigga better know it's gravy If you ever fuck with young'n, and if you ever fuck with Baby Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin it like the 80's Buncha young nigga poppin' off and they sprayin' Up in the early, we thank ya for the sunshine Got to get my bling on, reach for my chrome 9 Kiss momma cause we goin' out and gettin' mines Next nigga in line, 17 on the grind Shoot first, nigga not seeing mines Big purses, million dollar headlines Five drops, O.G. the last Big Tyme Lord to the game nigga 'til it's my time "Like Father Like Son" nigga this time Junior got the fame and the game mastermind Two hundred on the dash, watch me mash Doin' doughnuts in my hood gettin' paper bags [Hook] [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 in your head If you ever cross a line nigga it's nothin' but bread Fifty shots I'm hot, nigga we won't stop From puttin' candy on the slab nigga stirrin' them pots Put the hammer on the jam nigga pull it and pops And put the rubber on the bands nigga stackin' 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 [Hook]