Cash (Explicit)

Noke D

I'm talking cash n***a

Gripping grain swanging lanes

We talking cash n***a

Candy paint on all them Range

We talking cash n***a

Don't try to stop my shine

We talking cash n***a

Cause I tussle on the mind

I'm talking cash n***a -4x

It's Big Moe I stepped up in the door

Out the Southside b***h I'm far from a h*e

I ain't even scared and you know I'm down to wreck it

I'ma hit the bed Moe-Yo gone get naked

Got to strap my glock got to strap my ding-a-ling

Out the Southside Moe-Yo gone sing sing

I'ma swing swing crawl down slow

It's that Big Moe and you know I'm no h*e

I'ma knock down that h*e Toni Braxton

It's Moe-Yo come down there hating h*es I'm taxing

Slacking sleeping off you can't be talking about my click

You know it's Wreckshop hating h*es be on d**k

It's that boy Moe I'm out the Southside

I done came down Moe-Yo I'm gone chop

Ain't gone stop to the T-O-P

I creep I'm putting it down from the M-O to the E

My n***a Noke Deezy all about his cheezy

It's the Moe-Yo claim p***y got to be greasy

Got to keep it wet on the mic I be's a vet

I'm coming down five thousand gotta get my check

If you want me to be on your song or sing a d**n hook

It gotta be five grand b***h I'm coming down cool

With my n***a what Blue U

Out the Southside M-O-E a d**n fool

With my partner D-Reck h*es they been checked

It's that Wreckshop earning paper and our respect

And my brother K-Luv my n***a Big Toon

Knocking down soon Moe-Yo gotta get a room

At the end of the f**king night I'm gone be f**king

It's that Moe coming down I do the gangsta strutting

My n***a King One let's have fun

My partners Keke Weets the Lil Red coming down on hard

My n***a High G you know he's down with me

M-O to the E from the 1 2 3

The Wreckshop tree that's where I be from

Partner Silly Yo coming down on f**king hard

Since I was 17 I've been sipping on sip

B***h n***as come through empty out the clip

I love old school cars with candy a*s paint

Your other n***as pussies cause them other n***as fake

You hollin' you a killa but I know you ain't no killa

I see you in the street b***h I'm a trill a*s n***a

And now since the eighties putting n***as down

Letting motherf**kers hear all that bass around

I ride an Impala don't pop my collar

Coming through the record company want all my dollas

You ain't got my paper b***h you don't get no d**k

And I ain't put my d**k in the uh you wrecked

Cause tramp h*es be talking on the pilla walking

Out the street get them h*es telling em bout all your clothes

And your car sitting on gold and how much you get at shows

You shouldn't trust that b***h that b***h will get you hit

I see it all the time b***hes get knocked on the grind

Keep it ten with that wife coming back in the middle of the night

Say b***h you need to stop you need to sell some cock

You need to get off them rocks and get on private yachts

I'm talking bout they cousin coming through b***hes buzzing

Drinking on hennessy b***h you don't know Pimp C

You late on the slab coming through whipping a*s

I whip it up in the lab and put it out like it's dark around