Catch me in my hood, and I'm putting in work I might sell X, I might sell drank Might cash a check, go 'head to the bank Cash what the profit, no I can
do', I'ma leave it baby I ain't saving these hoes, better believe it baby [Sir Daily] Some of these hoes, got class and respect But most of these hoes, trying to cash
s I don't think the Lord created, a lot of these G's Broke niggaz say they don't like me, all I talk about is cash Or how I ride around on glass, well
hustle mo' harder, with stacks at steak I break the microphone, with raps that's great I blow that sticky green, like masking tape And illegal money makers, with cash
P. Worked hard, to make another nigga money I guess that's why I'm blessed, with the cars on dubs I paid my dues, fools gon give me some love [Hook: Chris
[Chris Ward:] Fantasies and wishes, of hustlers with riches Drop top sixes, and old schools with switches And though it's true the shit I do, caught
hardest thug heart feel hollow When she pass boys follow, trying to get at my chick Richie Rich himself, couldn't get in my bitch She not impressed by cash
how to hit the block, and wet up drops I'll show you, how to shake them cops I'll show you how to stash them glocks, and cash in stocks I'll show you
do' You can cry get mad, but I'm not leaving Move around suckers, it's Outlaw season what [Sir Daily:] Nigga, pass the dutch Daily in the do', got cash
know, everybody wanna have nice thangs But mayn, you must think the dope game is a game Fuck around and have yourself, catching a chain Better stash you some cash
clear view Thats why I'm chunkin deuces I ain't goin near you [Chorus X2] [Chris Ward:] I'm back again like you owe me some cash flow Most wanted wit
like I lived When my mama went to work, my brother went to work In the kitchen, pyrex shifting till it hurt I watched him grind, fascinated by the cash
lost From his wranglers to his boots He reminded me of Chris LeDoux And that Copenhagen smile Country must be country wide In every state There's a station Playin' Cash
4 Hit it It's the Men Of Steel bangin' with the drum Hit it 4 3 2 1 Shaq B Real [B Real] Hip hop has plenty of Steel with Shaquille & Chris & Real nobody
figure how the tables turn like this You was hatin', didn't know I had my ear to block My money long homie should have hid up under a rock Cash like
motherfucker {Busta Rhymes} You can be my lady, you coul even be my lollipop sucker The road dawg baby comin like the mad trucker Lot of jealous niggaz lookin funnier than Chris
the gangstas roll Pimps and Poverlous [Verse 1] Yo, soon as the weather get hot Pull out the garage with the cl6 drop Bottles of bub, in the club The chris
Uh, check it, check it Aiyo, it?s very rare that you see me an Lanson In a club, with bub, partyin, we dancin If so, it?s Chris, Bacardi, an some Branson