Cash Over Lyrics
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Wha*sup Cube dog?
I got this bitch a*s nigga right here
Y'know, f**kin' with this tramp a*s bitch
Puttin' her before the scrill' all the time, ya knowhatI'msayin?
Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every mother f**kin' thang
Tellin' this bitch all my mother f**kin' business
Puttin a*s over cash everyday
Nigga f**k that, this Westside
Be gone you f**kin' peon, got the Don furious
Talkin' on the phone got the Federal curious
I'm serious! I don't give a f**k where he is
Snatch him out the factory, bring his a*s back to me
How the f**k you think I got the name Bossalini?
(Punk)
Mack God Rap Genie, you can't see me
Up in this game ever since you was a lame
Y'all train at my school, nigga I rule
You never make me holla, smokin' on a fifteen dollar
From across the water, watch your daughter
She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon
While you vermin', smokin' Sherman
I'm rollin' somethin' German
(Bitch)
Money earnin' makin' mo' money
(Ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy
Don't need no honey, that's right
'Cause I'm thinkin' with my big head, f**k what my d**k said
We puttin' cash over a*s, each and every day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherf**kers)
(I know that you love us)
We puttin' cash over a*s, each and every day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherf**kers)
(I know that you love us)
Now who's that nigga got these bitches lookin' silly?
(Me)
I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real dilly
You can ask Phillie 'cause I got a year's supply
(Yup)
You must want to die, don't get the lye
After dark up at Griffith Park
Shallow grave for the mark check his heart
The game about to start big thangs automatic Pu Tang
(Automatic)
Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches
If it twitches give it stitches
If it jiggles or switches, f**k and take pictures, now
I'm livin' in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpin'
Call me in the clutch, ain't lost my touch
Nigga what? On the microphone
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home
Tight as a Corleone
(Tight)
You got to get your own, baby get on, now
We puttin' cash over a*s, each and every motherf**kin' day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherf**kers)
(I know that you love us)
We puttin' cash over a*s, each and every day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherf**kers)
(I know that you love us)
Get your a*s up and go to work, 'cause you know
On payday, nigga that shit gon' hurt
f**kin' with a skirt instead of handlin' your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes
I'm suspicious, of any motherf**ker puttin' f**k over finance
'Specially f**kin' up my plans
I'm the boss, I can be late
But you'll never see her and me, over currency
Givin' you the third degree, 'cause you got
Too many broke bitches and you like bankin' for a penny
Stop f**kin' on them dum dums
Find one with some a*s and some income
Who wanna win? Who wanna spin?
Who wanna make, twenty-five eight?
(Me)
Ice Cube the great pushin' rhymes like weight
We puttin' cash over a*s, each and every goddamn day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherf**kers)
(I know that you love us)
(f**k)
We puttin' cash over a*s, each and every day
Go ahead let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherf**kers)
(I know that you love us)
We puttin' cash over a*s, each and every day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherf**kers)
(I know, I know that you love us)
We puttin' cash over a*s, each and every day
Go on let the players play
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherf**kers)
(I know that you love us)
Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigga
For what?
(Never f**k a bitch nigga)
For what? She ain't gon' love you
If you ain't got no dough fool
(Bitch f**kin' with me got to be workin')
(Gettin' paid yaknahmsayin?)
Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y'all
(Never a*s over cash nigga)
Scrilla scrilla y'all
(We greedy)
Cha ching
(She can get some CD's, push some keys)
Cha ching
(Ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they titties)
Cha ching, cha ching
(Over my knee)
Cha-ching, cha-ching
(Never a*s over cash)
Never a*s over cash