Cash Over Ass

歌詞

whassup cube dog I got this bitch-ass nigga right here y'know fuckin with this tramp-ass bitch puttin her before the scrill' all the time yaknowhati'msayin man I got this nigga transcripts and every-mother-fuckin thang tellin this bitch all my mother-fuckin business puttin ass over cash everyday nigga fuck that this westside be gone you fuckin peon got the don furious talkin on the phone got the federal curious I'm serious I don't give a fuck where he is snatch him out the factory bring his ass back to me how the fuck 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 fuck what my dick said we puttin cash over ass each and every day go on let the players play the hustlers we some money makin motherfuckers I know that you love us we puttin cash over ass each and every day go on let the players play the hustlers we some money makin motherfuckers 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 keep your mind off them bitches eyes on your riches if it twitches give it stitches if it jiggles or switches fuck 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 you got to get your own baby get on now we puttin cash over ass each naver mother-fuckin day go on let the players play the hustlers we some money makin motherfuckers I know that you love us we puttin cash over ass each and every day go on let the players play the hustlers we some money makin motherfuckers I know that you love us get your ass up and go to work cause you know on payday nigga that shit gon' hurt fuckin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness rich dude now you got to make three wishes I'm suspicious of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance 'specially fuckin 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 fuckin on them dum-dums find one with some ass 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 ass each naver god dam go on let the players play the hustlers we some money makin motherfuckers I know that you love us we puttin cash over ass each and every day go on let the players play the hustlers we some money makin motherfuckers I know that you love us we puttin cash over ass each and every day go on let the players play the hustlers we some money makin motherfuckers I know I know that you love us we puttin cash over ass each and every day go on let the players play the hustlers we some money makin motherfuckers I know I know that you love us never put that hoe in front of that dough nigga (never) for what (fuck a bitch nigga) for what she ain't gon' love you if you ain't got no dough fool gettin paid yaknahmsayin never ass over cash nigga we greedy cha-ching she can get some cd's push some keys cha-ching ha ha ha make the bitches shake they tit-ties over my knee never ass over cash never ass over cash