| All for the cash man, niggas’ll be ready to blast man
|
| Mad hoes, 'll be quick, to give up the ass man
|
| Traitors, they’ll be robbing your stash man
|
| Don’t wanna end up like the last man
|
| If the price is right, niggas can get trife awright
|
| They plot and they scheme, all day and all night
|
| And they might even get elaborate enough
|
| To plan the illest kind of crime, fuck the average stuff
|
| Like this chick who was kickin it, with this baller
|
| Pretendin that she loved him, only really loved dollars
|
| Holla’d at his man so they could, rendezvous
|
| Said to his man, «Forget him, I’m fond of you»
|
| So after the screw, she put him down with her plan
|
| The utmost betrayal, this nigga’s down with her man
|
| But the sex changed everything, they conspired to snake him
|
| Talked about the best time, and best way, they could take him
|
| While in bed, she told him just where her man kept his dough
|
| She said, «Yo, tonight he’s bout to cop some blow
|
| And I know, there’s at least, 50 grand to show
|
| Bring a gat, wear a mask, and come through the window
|
| I’ll leave it open for you, he won’t never know
|
| So run in, grab the money, later on, you and I can flow
|
| If we do this shit right, he won’t fight
|
| Break out with the cash and stay your ass out of sight»
|
| So the nigga sat back, but little did he know
|
| He was about to ruin his life over a silly ho
|
| And really though, the whole shit went wrong
|
| Cause when he came through the window and pulled out it was on
|
| Money they was gon' rob was high, on some shit
|
| Dukes with the mask, told him, «Run your shit»
|
| He said, «Fuck that shit!» |
| So they tussled n shit
|
| Then BLAOW, the burner spit, and the chick’s man got hit
|
| He died, his man had no loyalty, she’s locked up as an accessory
|
| His man’s doin life, what a tragedy
|
| All for the cash man.
|
| «Never have to run» |