Lirik Lagu Cash Over - Ice Cube
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[Mack 10]Whassup Cube dog?I got this bitch-ass nigga right hereY'know, fuckin with this tramp-ass bitchPuttin her before the scrill' all the time, yaknowhatI'msayin?Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every-mother-fuckin thangTellin this bitch all my mother-fuckin businessPuttin ass over cash everydayNigga fuck that, this Westside
[Ice Cube]Be gone you fuckin peon, got the Don furiousTalkin on the phone got the Federal curiousI'm serious!I don't give a fuck where he isSnatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to meHow the fuck you think I got the NAME Bossalini?PunkMack God Rap Genie, you can't see meUp in this game ever since you was a lameY'all train at my school, nigga I ruleYou never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollarfrom across the water, watch your daughterShe might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermonWhile you vermin smokin Sherman, I'm rollin somethin German, bitchMoney earnin makin mo' money (ching ching)Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummyDon't need no honey, that's rightCause I'm thinkin with my big head, FUCK what my dick said!
Chorus: Ice Cube
We puttin cash over ass, each and every dayGo on let the players play.. (the hustlers)(We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!)We puttin cash over ass, each and every dayGo on let the players play.. (the hustlers)(We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!)
[Ice Cube]Now who's that nigga got these bitches lookin silly?Me!I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real dillyYou can ask Phillie cause I got a year's supply (Yup!)You must want to die, don't get the lyeafter dark up at Griffith Park, shallow gravefor the mark check his heart, the game about to startBig thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic)Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your richesIf it twitches give it stitchesIf it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, nowI'm livin in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpinCall me in the clutch, ain't lost my touchNigga what? on the microphoneIf I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it homeTight as a CorleoneYou got to get your own, baby get on, now
Chorus
[Ice Cube]Get your ass up and go to work, cause you knowon payday, nigga that shit gon' hurtFuckin with a skirt instead of handlin your biznessRich dude, now you got to make three wishesI'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance'Specially fuckin up my plansI'm the boss, I can be latebut you'll never see her and me, over currencyGivin you the third degree, cause you gottoo many broke bitches and you like bankin for a pennyStop fuckin on them dum-dumsFind one with some ass and some incomeWho wanna win?Who wanna spin?Who wanna make, twenty-five eight?MeIce Cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weight
Chorus 2X
Never put that hoe, in front of that dough niggaFor what? (Never... fuck a bitch nigga)For what?She ain't gon' love you if you ain't got no dough fool(Bitch fuckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?)Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y'all (Never ass over cash nigga)Scrilla scrilla y'all (We greedy)
Cha-ching! (She can get some CD's, push some keys)Cha-ching! (Ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they tit-ties)Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Over my knee)Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Never ass over cash)Never ass over cash
[Ice Cube]Be gone you fuckin peon, got the Don furiousTalkin on the phone got the Federal curiousI'm serious!I don't give a fuck where he isSnatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to meHow the fuck you think I got the NAME Bossalini?PunkMack God Rap Genie, you can't see meUp in this game ever since you was a lameY'all train at my school, nigga I ruleYou never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollarfrom across the water, watch your daughterShe might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermonWhile you vermin smokin Sherman, I'm rollin somethin German, bitchMoney earnin makin mo' money (ching ching)Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummyDon't need no honey, that's rightCause I'm thinkin with my big head, FUCK what my dick said!
Chorus: Ice Cube
We puttin cash over ass, each and every dayGo on let the players play.. (the hustlers)(We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!)We puttin cash over ass, each and every dayGo on let the players play.. (the hustlers)(We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!)
[Ice Cube]Now who's that nigga got these bitches lookin silly?Me!I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real dillyYou can ask Phillie cause I got a year's supply (Yup!)You must want to die, don't get the lyeafter dark up at Griffith Park, shallow gravefor the mark check his heart, the game about to startBig thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic)Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your richesIf it twitches give it stitchesIf it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, nowI'm livin in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpinCall me in the clutch, ain't lost my touchNigga what? on the microphoneIf I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it homeTight as a CorleoneYou got to get your own, baby get on, now
Chorus
[Ice Cube]Get your ass up and go to work, cause you knowon payday, nigga that shit gon' hurtFuckin with a skirt instead of handlin your biznessRich dude, now you got to make three wishesI'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance'Specially fuckin up my plansI'm the boss, I can be latebut you'll never see her and me, over currencyGivin you the third degree, cause you gottoo many broke bitches and you like bankin for a pennyStop fuckin on them dum-dumsFind one with some ass and some incomeWho wanna win?Who wanna spin?Who wanna make, twenty-five eight?MeIce Cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weight
Chorus 2X
Never put that hoe, in front of that dough niggaFor what? (Never... fuck a bitch nigga)For what?She ain't gon' love you if you ain't got no dough fool(Bitch fuckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?)Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y'all (Never ass over cash nigga)Scrilla scrilla y'all (We greedy)
Cha-ching! (She can get some CD's, push some keys)Cha-ching! (Ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they tit-ties)Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Over my knee)Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Never ass over cash)Never ass over cash
