Big Moe - Cash Lyrics

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I'm talking cash nigga

Gripping grain swaging lanes

We talking cash nigga

Candy paint on all them range

We talking cash nigga

Don't try to stop my shine

We talking cash nigga

'cause i tussle on the mind

I'm talking cash nigga

I'm talking cash nigga

I'm talking cash nigga

I'm talking cash nigga

It's big moe i stepped up in the door

Out the south side bitch i'm far from a hoe

I ain't even scared and you know i'm down to wreck it

I'ma hit the bed moe-yo gone get naked

Got to strap my glock got to strap my ding-a-ling

Out the south side moe-yo gone sing sing

I'ma swing swing crawl down slow

It's that big moe and you know i'm no hoe

I'ma knock down that hoe toni braxton

It's moe-yo come down there hating hoes i'm taxing

Slacking sleeping off you can't be talking about my click

You know it's wreck shop hating hoes be on dick

It's that boy moe i'm out the south side

I done came down moe-yo i'm gone chop

Ain't gone stop to the t o p

I creep i'm putting it down from the m o to the e

My nigga noke deezy all about his cheezy

It's the moe-yo claim pussy got to be greasy

Got to keep it wet on the mic i be's a vet

I'm coming down five thousand gotta get my check

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If you want me to be on your song or sing a damn hook

It gotta be five grand bitch i'm coming down cool

With my nigga what blue u

Out the south side m-o-e a damn fool

With my partner d-reck hoes they been checked

It's that wreck shop earning paper and our respect

And my brother k-luv my nigga big toon

Knocking down soon moe-yo gotta get a room

At the end of the fucking night i'm gone be fucking

It's that moe coming down i do the gangsta strutting

My nigga king one let's have fun

My partners keke weets the lil red coming down on hard

My nigga high g you know he's down with me

M-o to the e from the 1 2 3

The wreck shop tree that's where i be from

Partner silly yo coming down on fucking hard

I'm talking cash nigga

Gripping grain swaging lanes

We talking cash nigga

Candy paint on all them range

We talking cash nigga

Don't try to stop my shine

We talking cash nigga

'cause i tussle on the mind

Since i was 17 i've been sipping on sip

Bitch niggas come through empty out the clip

I love old school cars with candy ass paint

Your other niggas pussies cause them other niggas fake

You hollin' you a killa but i know you ain't no killa

I see you in the street bitch i'm a trill ass nigga

And now since the eighties putting niggas down

Letting motherfuckers hear all that bass around

I ride an impala don't pop my collar

Coming through the record company want all my dollas

You ain't got my paper bitch you don't get no dick

And i ain't put my dick in the uh you wrecked

'cause tramp hoes be talking on the pilla walking

Out the street get them hoes telling em bout all your clothes

And your car sitting on gold and how much you get at shows

You shouldn't trust that bitch that bitch will get you hit

I see it all the time bitches get knocked on the grind

Keep it ten with that wife coming back in the middle of the night

Say bitch you need to stop you need to sell some cock

You need to get off them rocks and get on private yachts

I'm talking bout they cousin coming through bitches buzzing

Drinking on hennessey bitch you don't know pimp c

You late on the slab coming through whipping ass

I whip it up in the lab and put it out like it's dark around

I'm talking cash nigga

Gripping grain swaging lanes

We talking cash nigga

Candy paint on all them range

We talking cash nigga

Don't try to stop my shine

We talking cash nigga

'cause i tussle on the mind

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