Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Cash, artist - Cocoa Brovaz. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Cash |
| Concrete burial, war for you, for all of you |
| (Win or lose, you still lose and that’s the rules) |
| The respect I get is just a reflection of my status |
| (Top ranking never catch a smokin in a bandage) |
| About the cash (still don’t nuthin move but the money) |
| It’s all about the cash (still don’t nuthin move but the money) |
| It’s all about the cash (still don’t nuthin move but the money) |
| It’s all about the cash (still don’t nuthin move but the dough) |
| (Tek) |
| Outside (postered up, a Mr. Pool in my thugs) |
| It’s bug the ones who hold heat is the way they show love |
| (While the drug kingpin, showed his way to baguettes |
| And pressin looker birds, with his blue face Lex |
| Throw on his wrist like he’s flamin, peer door he be slayin |
| Broad like iced out, Cardiar chain danglin) |
| I seen him minglin with the high rollers |
| Rollin high dollars, ballin wit more tricks than Harlem Globetrotters |
| Got a whole lotta soldiers to his dirty deeds for him |
| (Shorty's the G form) Little niggas movin keys for him |
| (The d’s on) But couldn’t touch him when they caught him |
| (Cuz he support them) wit the same money that bought him |
| It’s all about the cash (still don’t nuthin move but the money) |
| It’s all about big faces (still don’t nuthin move but the money) |
| It’s all about the cash (still don’t nuthin move but the money) |
| It’s all about the paper (still don’t nuthin move but the money) |
| It’s all about the cash (still don’t nuthin move but the money) |
| It’s all about big faces |
| Aiyo sun, got a minute let me tell you about this one |
| This young sexy bunny, checkin money to hit somethin |
| I don’t mean fuckin, the only cream she be likin |
| Is that green stuff that come and make her whole world function |
| Rebon Capatone, love guns and roses, expesive clothes |
| With diamonds and niggas that holdin, then she foldin |
| Rockin Panamanian gold, and ear ring |
| Bracelet link change with 550 clothin |
| Young bird, an iceberg, slams ago E. S |
| Here’s press, a platinum rolly, 5 karat necklace |
| Gotta pay to sex it, she catch ya wallet when you sleepin naked |
| Throughbread for the dough, cuz she gotta make it |
| I help to take it, seven digit figure caper |
| So much paper, cop the Lex, already laced her |
| From exquisite, faithful to a thug on jail visits |
| Have fun on the weekend, then it’s back to business |
| It’s all about the cash (still don’t nuthin move but the money) |
| It’s all about the cash (still don’t nuthin move but the money) |
| It’s all about the cash (still don’t nuthin move but the money) |
| It’s all about the cash (still don’t nuthin move but the dough) |