S On My Chest - DJ Khaled

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

If stunna say the nigga dead then the nigga dead

If youngin' say the nigga dead, then the nigga dead

If youngin' say the nigga dead, then the nigga dead

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!

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, 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, nigga watch me mash

Doin' doughnuts in my hood gettin' paper bags

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

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 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

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

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