Текст (слова) песни: DJ Jubilee f U.N.L.V. - Cash, Cash Mo Money

[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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: DJ Jubilee f U.N.L.V. - Cash, Cash Mo Money [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] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Cash, Cash Mo Money: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/12334.html Все тексты песен: DJ Jubilee f U.N.L.V. » DJ Jubilee f U.N.L.V. - Cash, Cash Mo Money Рекомендуем скачать: » Наталья Ветлицкая - Что хочешь, то и думай » Новиков Александр - О ЖЕНСКОМ АТЛЕТИЗМЕ » Надежда Ишкулова - Надо мною опять ночь... » Наталья Ветлицкая - Прохладно-ладно » Наталия Бутенко - Акынская » Ночные Снайперы - Я не знаю кто ты » Николай Бурлак - Солнце » Николай Алексеев - Как будто бы случилось что со временем... » Несчастный Случай, Алексей Кортнев - Дай мне делать мое дело » Н.Басков - Сердце » Николай Шипилов - Деревья » Николай Трубач - Двадцать два » Никита - Однажды в Париже » Нэнси - Негаданно, нежданно » Н.Трубач - Адреналин » Несчастный Случай, Алексей Кортнев - Радио » Настя - Тень » Настя Полева - Что такое зима » Настя - Одиссей » Наум Вайман - Электричка
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