Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cash, artist - Big Moe. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cash |
| I’m talking cash, nigga |
| Gripping grain, swanging lanes |
| We talking cash, nigga |
| Candy paint on all them Range |
| We talking cash, nigga |
| Don’t try to stop my shine |
| We talking cash, nigga |
| Cause I tussle on the mind |
| I’m talking cash, nigga — 4x |
| It’s Big Moe I stepped up in the door |
| Out the Southside bitch I’m far from a hoe |
| I ain’t even scared and you know I’m down to wreck it |
| I’ma hit the bed Moe-Yo gone get naked |
| Got to strap my Glock, got to strap my ding-a-ling |
| Out the Southside, Moe-Yo gone sing sing |
| I’ma swing swing, crawl down slow |
| It’s that Big Moe and you know I’m no hoe |
| I’ma knock down that hoe Toni Braxton |
| It’s Moe-Yo come down there hating hoes I’m taxing |
| ?Slacking sleeping off? |
| you can’t be talking about my click |
| You know it’s Wreckshop, hating hoes be on dick |
| It’s that boy Moe, I’m out the Southside |
| I done came down, Moe-Yo I’m gone chop |
| Ain’t gone stop to the T-O-P |
| I creep I’m putting it down from the M-O to the E |
| My nigga Noke Deezy, all about his cheezy |
| It’s the Moe-Yo claim pussy got to be greasy |
| Got to keep it wet, on the mic I be’s a vet |
| I’m coming down five thousand gotta get my check |
| If you want me to be on your song, or sing a damn hook |
| It gotta be five grand bitch I’m coming down cool |
| With my nigga what Blue U |
| Out the Southside, M-O-E a damn fool |
| With my partner D-Reck, hoes they been checked |
| It’s that Wreckshop, earning paper and our respect |
| And my brother K-Luv, my nigga Big Toon |
| Knocking down soon, Moe-Yo gotta get a room |
| At the end of the fucking night, I’m gone be fucking |
| It’s that Moe coming down, I do the gangsta strutting |
| My nigga King One, let’s have fun |
| My partners Keke, Weets, the Lil Red coming down on hard |
| My nigga High G, you know he’s down with me |
| M-O to the E, from the 1, 2, 3 |
| The Wreckshop tree, that’s where I be from |
| Partner Silly Yo coming down on fucking hard |
| Since I was 17, I’ve been sipping on sip |
| Bitch niggas come through empty out the clip |
| I love old school cars, with candy ass paint |
| Your other niggas pussies cause them other niggas fake |
| You hollin' you a killa but I know you ain’t no killa |
| I see you in the street bitch I’m a trill ass nigga |
| And now since the eighties, putting niggas down |
| Letting motherfuckers hear all that bass around |
| I ride an Impala, don’t pop my collar |
| Coming through the record company, want all my dollas |
| You ain’t got my paper bitch, you don’t get no dick |
| And I ain’t put my dick in the uh you wrecked |
| Cause tramp hoes be talking, on the pilla walking |
| Out the street get them hoes, telling em bout all your clothes |
| And your car sitting on gold, and how much you get at shows |
| You shouldn’t trust that bitch, that bitch will get you hit |
| I see it all the time, bitches get knocked on the grind |
| Keep it ten with that wife, coming back in the middle of the night |
| Say bitch you need to stop, you need to sell some cock |
| You need to get off them rocks, and get on private yachts |
| I’m talking bout they cousin, coming through bitches buzzing |
| Drinking on hennessy, bitch you don’t know Pimp C |
| You late on the slab, coming through whipping ass |
| I whip it up in the lab, and put it out like it’s dark around |