that fast Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm goin' ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it) Daddy gotta get that cash Daddy gotta get that cash
Traduzione: Stili. Daddy Get That Cash.
[Puff Daddy] I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told you that we won't stop, I thought I told
get fucked? You ain't come over here for me to be strokin, and all that bullshit You came over here to get fucked Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style
election day [Chorus x2: Vinnie Paz] This is war cousin, we got shit on smash 7L ES on a run for the cash Yo this is war daddy, and I'm controllin'
sprung wondering where I came from Screaming out "Independent's fucked up" in the same tongue With an indelible squad of design monsters Innovating the styles that
favors, tell em fuck off and pay us, that's what I love about you, don't watch no soap operas, you back that paper half naked get that? in prada, then
nobody favors, tell em fuck off and pay us, that's what I love about you, don't watch no soap operas, you back that paper half naked get that? in prada
when I speak and the temperature of my tongue Will make you swear to god that I'm the emperor of the sun A next level hustler that shouldn't be slept
after that baby's daddy slash lazy bunk [? ] With no cash he want to come over and crash He want to play his part So she let him move in to that garden
S-P-E-L I'm preachin that Land Cruiser fully loaded, I'm peepin that Credit forget it, co-signer never that I want it daddy, cash to carry gimme that
the beginnin') Each step you take, the level get higher (It's is another level right here) I hope y'all could keep up, man (Let's get into it) [Hell
to money so we mashing, we dashing Get paid around parting give me twist a thug and I get up, in that ass I'm here to get that money keep it coming, show
when the gang get too close Naw a gang don't play by the rules and they up they demands Gotta grease mo hands, gotta get mo work Gotta get more weight
it works when I breathe. Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade, with the papes that I made from this trade. So get hip to the grip, you know where
now I'm locked up Scared to cry, I don't wanna get fucked up Fifty push ups a strain on my young chest I paint the pictures that I pose for a sleeveless
