Cash Over lyrics

Artist  : Ice Cube 
Song : Cash Over



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[Mack 10]
Whassup Cube dog?
I got this
bitch ass nigga right here
Y'know fuckin with
this tramp ass bitch
Puttin her before the
scrill' all the time yaknowhatI'msayin?
Man I
got this nigga transcripts and every mother
fuckin thang
Tellin this bitch all my mother
fuckin business
Puttin ass over cash
everyday
Nigga fuck that this
Westside

[Ice Cube]
Be gone you fuckin
peon got the Don furious
Talkin on the phone
got the Federal curious
I'm serious! I don't
give a fuck where he is
Snatch him out the
factory, bring his ass back to me
How the fuck
you think I got the NAME Bossalini? Punk
Mack
God Rap Genie, you can't see me
Up in this
game ever since you was a lame
Y'all train at
my school, nigga I rule
You never make me
holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar
from across
the water, watch your daughter
She might catch
the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon
While you
vermin smokin Sherman, I'm rollin somethin
German, bitch
Money earnin makin mo' money
(ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with they
clothes bummy
Don't need no honey, that's
right
Cause I'm thinkin with my big head, FUCK
what my dick said!

Chorus: Ice
Cube

We puttin cash over ass, each and
every day
Go 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 day
Go 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 dilly
You can
ask Phillie cause I got a year's supply
(Yup!)
You must want to die, don't get the
lye
after dark up at Griffith Park, shallow
grave
for the mark check his heart, the game
about to start
Big thangs automatic pu-tang
(automatic)
Keep your mind off them bitches,
eyes on your riches
If it twitches give it
stitches
If it jiggles or switches, fuck and
take pictures, now
I'm livin in a two-point
zone, and I'm still bumpin
Call me in the
clutch, ain't lost my touch
Nigga what? on the
microphone
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I
can drive it home
Tight as a Corleone
You
got to get your own, baby get on,
now

Chorus

[Ice Cube]
Get your
ass up and go to work, cause you know
on
payday, nigga that shit gon' hurt
Fuckin with
a skirt instead of handlin your bizness
Rich
dude, now you got to make three wishes
I'm
suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over
finance
'Specially fuckin up my plans
I'm
the boss, I can be late
but you'll never see
her and me, over currency
Givin you the third
degree, cause you got
too many broke bitches
and you like bankin for a penny
Stop fuckin on
them dum-dums
Find one with some ass and some
income
Who wanna win? Who wanna spin?
Who
wanna make, twenty-five eight? Me
Ice Cube the
great.. pushin rhymes like weight

Chorus
2X

Never put that hoe, in front of that
dough nigga
For 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