And I don't give a fuck for that, nigga, I'll do life I advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripes Only thing that money brings is fake niggaz
the love of cash your honor Traffickin' across the Verrazano, coke dealin' Marijuana and my persona, glitters in gold Unlike them other money getters who stack, turn quitters and fold Cash
is the cash and a hoe in a see-through Yeah, KRS-One comin' through with the breeze team You know how we do We krush them and they click Let me tell
mushrooms? And who the fuck threw up all over your car? And then felt worse than you about that shit in the mornin'? Friends ya'll Who loaned you money, homie? Who owes you cash
tonight I think I wanna fuck my bitch, Goldie an' shit Only because she got some money for me an' shit I think about fuckin' her An' go fuck my other
yea yes yall] (RA) We not like you other MC's (Adolf) Riding fake props (RA) I'll be in this rap shit till my fucking heart stops (Adolf) We not like you other
betta have my money Where da fuck you at Aiyo I spit spit flow flow Get get doe doe Switch switch yo yo Sick sick fo-four Swing swing click click
night Some of that real thug shit We murder niggas at night And in the morning We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin' Murder for hire Click caps
jus' got dusted) Dusted 'n' disgusted Let's let of some 203's on the other side of t-uh-town Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (Other
need money (money), mo money. Mo money, (ching ching), money, nuthing move but the money. Money, money, look nothing move but the money. Money, money
, Drex Luthor [unverified] Then pull pens to report to zoopers? I'm a 6-4 rap, 44 mag calicos and mass, double bags caught cash Wid cash on cash dub
gotta get up, book that flight 'bout to hit that tour gotta get this money baby oh baby, please don't go, please baby please don't go, please don't go
I swear to God I got yo kids homie Whats mine is their I gotta give homie, and yea We still a army in this bitch homie Yea Cash Money still the shit
I swear to God I got yo kids homie Whats mine is their I gotta give homie and yeah We still a army in this bitch homie Yea Cash Money still the shit
fall Now you know then Hot Boys sad ha Get in the bitch head, end up doing somethin' bad ha Kisha got did right, yeah Fucked the whole Cash Money click
died I swear to God I got yo kids homie Whats mine is their I gotta give homie, and yea We still a army in this bitch homie Yea Cash Money still the shit
all be better In the middle of the night it's on It's hot call Frank and meet you at the spot Cash Money rules every thing around If you represent U.P
, nigga) Look, look, listen This is where them niggas die fast, sell bricks and buy bags They dodge class to hit the block and go find cash If you try