Cash Cash Mo Money lyrics

f/ U.N.L.V.



[Bigg Ramp Talking]

Wusup, wusup look, man you got to get yo paper right

Get yo money right, you heard me, nobody ain`t gonna do it for ya

You gotta get up and hussle, strap up and do yo thang

Bigg Ramp, Tec-9, Lil` Ya Rest In Peace Yella and

The "U" gonna do this how ya love that



[Bigg Ramp]

Lay down on a ride, in them fancy car`s, I try to come up

I end up buyin` for it, Momma can`t put the house up

We payin` rent, and we might get evicted

The money spent on the bad habit that I got

That`s all that`s helpin` me,

all the hell I started runnin` with the dope fiends

Momma taught me right from wrong when I was small

But I was hard head baby boy, all I wanted to do was ball

Started hangin` with the wrong crowd, know all the time

Momma love me, but she still kicked me out huh and

She gonna take me back in forty eight hour`s

But I`m livin` on V.L. dog, I`m high AK and showers and

To get five gee`s try`na come up, I bust three head`s

How much is that? Dog that`s fifteen gee`s

So I can shine, like them nigga`s on the end of my street

But if I keep bustin` head`s I`ma be on my feet



[Chorus]

Where the Cash at Mo Money Mo Money

I`m often tired of bein` broke, dog that ain`t funny

I got to strap up and hit the streets

Handle my business, handle my business

What would you do if you was me

[2x]



[Lil` Ya]

Nigga call me big head, I spend big head`s

On the regular, TV`s flexin` in the Lex on my cellular

The fifty five inches turnin`, while I burnin` rubber

Distribute my Hummer, collect snap`s and brother`s

My click consist of nigga`s all about they Luci

Meltin` cheese, makin` cheese, haters boot me

Wanna shoot me, But I got two full AK Glocks and

Pass a joint, lookin` out my rear view mirror

Fuck up and I`ma get rid of ya

I used to dream, started to scheme and I became rich

Moved out of town and started fuckin` Bill Gates bitch

I got a crushed out livin` room set and on the wall

I got a picture of the whole Connect and

In my bed room crushed out marble dresser

Everyday I got to get laid, my man bring the record

I like big stack`s, money make the world go round

I`ve been stackin`, ask the teller at my back Uptown Wootay!



[Chorus-2x]



[Tec-9]

Been good, understood, paper chaser, I be

Hater`s can`t fade me, burin` at four hundred degrease

Sit you down, bout to act a clown, Me from Uptown

Been around, I done laid my law down

Baby girl shake that ass, let a nigga get the digits

Sexually I`m wit it, make yo body explicit

Let`s take a ride to the other side in the bubble eye

Lexus, Rolex dog I`m stayin` on time

I`ma ex-crime commiter, ex-wig splitter

No need to be bitter, I`ma hot girl go getter

Me and my nigga Bigg Ramp, in the tented window Burban

Flossin`, tossin`, nigga got me swervin`

The heart shaped, Gcuizy with a bucket to sip on

Fifty gee`s for the ride, one point five for the home

Only one way, how we do it in that U.P.T.

We ball until we fall, chasin` that paper

You see my style, now you say ya wanna be just like me

Persian rug`s, surrounded by thug`s, nothin` but love

Now you got to love the way I rip it, versatile with the style

I handle all audience, from senior citizens, down to Juvenile

How ya like me now, swimmin` in money up to my neck

Don`t knock me, what `cha say! get yo mind off of my pocket

I got somethin` that look like a rocket for all you

Robbers and jackers, I can`t stop and I won`t stop I`m known as a factor

Livin` like I hit the lotto, candy red El Durago

It`s pumped by the Conto, got pictures by Picasso

Where the money nigga



[Chorus-Till the end]
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