Lyrics:
cash back
Cause I'm going through the fucking racks
Like I'm going through the stash
Cause I'm counting
Every fucking dollar bill by the 100
Cause I
I, steady grind for all of this doe
Y'all niggas grinds way too slow
Come fuck with me if you want get it
Scheming on how to make more doe
To the day
stacking money by the ton
Here we come
Nigga what you mean
For the bread I’ll come through and ice and nigga
You know me
I’m a cake like icing nigga
If I am
sing
While I wipe down the awning
Hey y'all, good morning
Ice cold piragua!
Parcha
China
Cherry
Strawberry
And just for today, I got mamey!
about month go by see I'ma be like buying her shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
But see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time
by see I'ma be like buying her
shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
but see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time
for the show
Y'all worried about the clubs
I'm worried about the love
By the looks of it
Y'all brothers gettin' none
Brothers gettin' sonned, they could
it was hope
Dry throat
Choking off tools, being fed ice cubes
Pain in you head
Change of the bed
Doped up and soaking while police on top
Doctors
and hell with no ice
Hunger and terrible times helped me to become nice
Fuckable, we all going to die, that's why I love life
[Psycho Les]
This is for my
Otherwise, nigga, pipe down, uh (bitch, bitch)
Y'all niggas rap too loud, nigga (y'all niggas rap too loud, yeah)
Shh, what's that sound? Uh (what's that
Ok they fuckin wit a real bitch
Dollar dollar bill Bitch
I ain’t got no kill switch
I’m all up in ur grill bitch
Yep
You gon feel this
Im poppin like
good to me
Ever since I was a lower-case G
But now I'm a big G, the girls see I got the money
Hundred dollar bills y'all
If you were from where I'm
game
Critically acclaimed, until my last day
Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'ma be here
Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer
game
Critically acclaimed, until my last day
Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'ma be here
Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer
Gangsta shit
Fuck the drive by means you gettin' high
Ya feel it? This is funk
Get ya dick sucked, get ya clit licked
This that shit word to God,
Gangsta shit
Fuck the drive by means you gettin high
Ya feel it?
This is funk
Get ya dick sucked, get ya clit licked
This that shit
Word to god,
Hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels
Write a book full of
Medicine and generate mils
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used
I die, females fall when I pass by
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
You know me; hundred dollar bills on my fold up, 80 4's every time I roll up
Purple drink
Prayers was said before we ate the meal
Paid for the bill in hundred dollar bills
Fly women in heels peeped the skills
Now they head over hills
A lotta
Peep
'Note: a muthafuckin' Crip forever
*ICE CUBE:
scratching: "...Rick, sucking every John's dick
come short of the money, get
to slide you some coke
Black and mild distrubustion
Yall can all get this smoke
Boy
Beefing over the net I'm vegetarian
You ott ah stop it
Play against me
better views
Better than you cause your hue
Be blue, but dude, i'm hitting that purple
Wind you while I'm reaching new heights
Windu cut you into cubes, no
& Dre
I could bend the rules with the Drac'
Junkies in the hood treat me like Drake
I'm not Ice Cube, it's not a good day
Auntie keep comin' short
Every dollar bill says in God we trust
I swear that that shit be fucking up my thoughts
All this money got me feeling like its Lust
Big Bank cut the check
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