Текст песни Big Moe - Cash, слова песни Big Moe

Текст песни Big Moe - Cash

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(Chorus: Noke D)I`m talking cash, niggaGripping grain, swanging lanesWe talking cash, niggaCandy paint on all them RangeWe talking cash, niggaDon`t try to stop my shineWe talking cash, niggaCause I tussle on the mindI`m talking cash, nigga - 4x[Big Moe]It`s Big Moe I stepped up in the doorOut the Southside bitch I`m far from a hoeI ain`t even scared and you know I`m down to wreck itI`ma hit the bed Moe-Yo gone get nakedGot to strap my glock, got to strap my ding-a-lingOut the Southside, Moe-Yo gone sing singI`ma swing swing, crawl down slowIt`s that Big Moe and you know I`m no hoeI`ma knock down that hoe Toni BraxtonIt`s Moe-Yo come down there hating hoes I`m taxing?Slacking sleeping off? you can`t be talking about my clickYou know it`s Wreckshop, hating hoes be on dickIt`s that boy Moe, I`m out the SouthsideI done came down, Moe-Yo I`m gone chopAin`t gone stop to the T-O-PI creep I`m putting it down from the M-O to the EMy nigga Noke Deezy, all about his cheezyIt`s the Moe-Yo claim pussy got to be greasyGot to keep it wet, on the mic I be`s a vetI`m coming down five thousand gotta get my checkIf you want me to be on your song, or sing a damn hookIt gotta be five grand bitch I`m coming down coolWith my nigga what Blue UOut the Southside, M-O-E a damn foolWith my partner D-Reck, hoes they been checkedIt`s that Wreckshop, earning paper and our respectAnd my brother K-Luv, my nigga Big ToonKnocking down soon, Moe-Yo gotta get a roomAt the end of the fucking night, I`m gone be fuckingIt`s that Moe coming down, I do the gangsta struttingMy nigga King One, let`s have funMy partners Keke, Weets, the Lil Red coming down on hardMy nigga High G, you know he`s down with meM-O to the E, from the 1, 2, 3The Wreckshop tree, that`s where I be fromPartner Silly Yo coming down on fucking hard(Chorus)[Pimp C]Since I was 17, I`ve been sipping on sipBitch niggas come through empty out the clipI love old school cars, with candy ass paintYour other niggas pussies cause them other niggas fakeYou hollin` you a killa but I know you ain`t no killaI see you in the street bitch I`m a trill ass niggaAnd now since the eighties, putting niggas downLetting motherfuckers hear all that bass aroundI ride an Impala, don`t pop my collarComing through the record company, want all my dollasYou ain`t got my paper bitch, you don`t get no dickAnd I ain`t put my dick in the uh you wreckedCause tramp hoes be talking, on the pilla walkingOut the street get them hoes, telling em bout all your clothesAnd your car sitting on gold, and how much you get at showsYou shouldn`t trust that bitch, that bitch will get you hitI see it all the time, bitches get knocked on the grindKeep it ten with that wife, coming back in the middle of the nightSay bitch you need to stop, you need to sell some cockYou need to get off them rocks, and get on private yachtsI`m talking bout they cousin, coming through bitches buzzingDrinking on hennessy, bitch you don`t know Pimp CYou late on the slab, coming through whipping assI whip it up in the lab, and put it out like it`s dark around(Chorus)

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