Ice Cube - Cash Over Lyrics
[mack 10]Whassup cube dog?I got this *****-ass nigga right hereYknow, *****in with this tramp-ass *****Puttin her before the scrill all the time, yaknowhatimsayin?Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every-mother-*****in thangTellin this ***** all my mother-*****in businessPuttin ass over cash everydayNigga ***** that, this westside[ice cube]Be gone you *****in peon, got the don furiousTalkin on the phone got the federal curiousIm serious! I dont give a ***** where he isSnatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to meHow the ***** you think I got the name bossalini? punkMack God rap genie, you cant see meUp in this game ever since you was a lameYall train at my school, nigga I ruleYou never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollarFrom across the water, watch your daughterShe might catch the holy ghost from this rap sermonWhile you vermin smokin sherman, Im rollin somethin german, *****Money earnin makin mo money (ching ching)Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummyDont need no honey, thats rightCause Im thinkin with my big head, ***** what my dick said!Chorus: ice cubeWe puttin cash over ass, each and every dayGo on let the players play.. (the hustlers)(we some money makin mother*****ers.. I know that you love us!)We puttin cash over ass, each and every dayGo on let the players play.. (the hustlers)(we some money makin mother*****ers.. I know that you love us!)[ice cube]Now whos that nigga got these *****es lookin silly? me!Im the big willie for rilly, the real dillyYou can ask phillie cause I got a years supply (yup!)You must want to die, dont get the lyeAfter dark up at griffith park, shallow graveFor the mark check his heart, the game about to startBig thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic)Keep your mind off them *****es, eyes on your richesIf it twitches give it stitchesIf it jiggles or switches, ***** and take pictures, nowIm livin in a two-point zone, and Im still bumpinCall me in the clutch, aint lost my touchNigga what? on the microphoneIf I drove it in the video, *****, I can drive it homeTight as a corleoneYou got to get your own, baby get on, nowChorus[ice cube]Get your ass up and go to work, cause you knowOn payday, nigga that shit gon hurt*****in with a skirt instead of handlin your biznessRich dude, now you got to make three wishesIm suspicious, of any mother*****er puttin ***** over financespecially *****in up my plansIm the boss, I can be lateBut youll never see her and me, over currencyGivin you the third degree, cause you gotToo many broke *****es and you like bankin for a pennyStop *****in on them dum-dumsFind one with some ass and some incomeWho wanna win? who wanna spin?Who wanna make, twenty-five eight? meIce cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weightChorus 2xNever put that hoe, in front of that dough niggaFor what? (never... ***** a ***** nigga)For what? she aint gon love you if you aint got no dough fool(***** *****in with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin? )Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla yall (never ass over cash nigga)Scrilla scrilla yall (we greedy)Cha-ching! (she can get some cds, push some keys)Cha-ching! (ha ha ha, make the *****es shake they tit-ties)Cha-ching, cha-ching! (over my knee)Cha-ching, cha-ching! (never ass over cash)Never ass over cash
