| Water comes to boil in a pot
|
| Tony Montana in a jar formed a rock
|
| Competition pushing trash, me got that
|
| Go get that cash
|
| Record stores are 8 to 20 dollars a cd
|
| My homie got burning for a dollar a piece
|
| That’s a nine dollar profit quick fast
|
| Go get that cash
|
| Ran a truck in a jewelry store window with guerrilla plans
|
| Had to see it with my hands, worth over hundred grand
|
| Not bad for a smash-and-
|
| Go get that cash
|
| 18 wheeler in the hood, stolen goods
|
| Ran labels from Sony, Bose and Kenwood
|
| Get it while it here, hot and dash
|
| Go get that cash
|
| Is there a honor ‘mong thieves? |
| Not in Babylon
|
| ‘cause Frank, Jack, Nicky and Washington
|
| I can’t think ‘cause I ain’t ate
|
| Them fools can’t even wait and won’t share they plate
|
| And I ain’t asked to be born in a world where money is god
|
| So I eat you before I starve
|
| You saying fuck my babies when you won’t give me a job
|
| And you know the economy is fucked up and times is hard
|
| So I’m digging in the crack of your ass
|
| Go get that cash
|
| I’m in your town on your corner in front the store
|
| With DVDs, CDs and more
|
| So go in your stash before my beanie turn into a mask
|
| Go get that cash
|
| Mama gotta get it how she live
|
| She strip, suck, take long hard dick, push dope and babysit kids
|
| Plus graduated at the top of her class
|
| Go get that cash
|
| Is there a honor ‘mong thieves? |
| Not in Babylon
|
| ‘cause Frank, Jack, Nicky and Washington
|
| Prostitution, money-laundering and drug-trafficking
|
| Make a stack and then start over and flip it back again
|
| Being broke is like living in hell
|
| And boys even got newborn babies for sale
|
| We done seen, we done pulled every possible caper
|
| Small licks like selling food stamps for paper
|
| From the city where they jack quick and hustle the best
|
| Where they’ll snatch your birthday money off of your chest
|
| And it’s a bum on every corner, a trick in every scene
|
| A hustler on every block with a fist full of green
|
| Gotta add to your stash when them ones get lonely
|
| Tryna get it how ya can, I ain’t mad at ya homie
|
| Walking down, looking on the ground, tryna find some
|
| You can’t count how many people done died behind crumbs
|
| Big bank take little bank and swallow it up
|
| If you with the first hustle, just follow it up, homie
|
| 99% of all hustles are illegal
|
| Murder to the government, power to the people yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get That Cash , by - K Rino. Song from the album Speed of Thought, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп