Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cash Stacka's, artist - 50/50 Twin
Date of issue: 05.11.2007
Song language: English
Cash Stacka's |
Yeah, 50/50 huh Mob Boss of the Nawf |
I had to go to the South know I’m saying, reach out |
Pick up O.G. |
Keke, he holla’d back know I’m saying |
We gon tip down, you know I’m saying |
Dig these blues, ounce for ounce hey |
I’m the funky fresh cash stacker, foreign car ass actor |
Ben Frank bill packer, heater toting hater whacker |
Goodfellas movie watcher, apple seal trunk popper |
Crack a smile real proper, diamonds sit inside colossal |
Bad yella hammer puller, ain’t no telling how I do her |
She a freak I’ma treat her like one, call my niggas let them run through her |
Mob boss 50 fe', Southside Don O.G. |
Keke |
Steal his rhymes go sell em at school, all them hoes would cheer for me |
Then I decided to write my own, ever since then crawl some’ing on chrome |
36 zone when I would get gone, drop them grams cut the microwave on |
Lock up slow hell naw, true yola gon come back fast |
Your shit ain’t mirror folds, if Mr. Davis didn’t give you the glass |
Fuck fame money matter, squash the chatter I’m acting badder |
Donadale blueberry dro, got 50 Twin higher than a ladder |
Better yet giraffe pussy, I don’t hang out with no wussy |
When it comes to the blow I move it slow, like salt and pepper I push it |
I pull out drop top, sunny day rolling hard |
I’m in the candy coated coupe, with a yellow broad |
Southside Young Don, I’m a ghost writer |
I’m in the trap getting paid, like and all-nighter |
I’m in the school zone, tipping slow riding glass |
Let up the trunk drop the bumper, and hit the gas |
I’m known for showing out, acting bad hitting blocks |
I’m on them rims flipping backwards, they won’t stop |
H-Town on the map, do you hear a G |
It’s 50/50 and Young Don, is you feeling me |
I chase bread, on the highway and interstate |
I’m trying to sell about a million, that’s plenty weight |
Down in Texas, we swang on them elbows |
And keep them shoppers and them boppers, on they tip-toes |
I’m getting paid off these shows, and spitting flows |
And when I’m on the Boulevard, I be tipping 4's |