Cash

(Chorus: Noke D)

I'm talking cash, *************

Gripping grain, swanging lanes

We talking cash, *************

Candy paint on all them

Range We talking cash, *************

Don't try to stop my *************ne

We talking cash, *************

Cause I tussle on the mind

I'm talking cash, ************* - 4x [Big Moe]

It's Big Moe

I stepped up in the door

Out the Southside *************

I'm far from a hoe

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 hoe

I'ma knock down that hoe

Toni Braxton

It's Moe-Yo come down there hating hoes

I'm taxing ?

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

You know it's

Wreckshop, hating hoes be on *************

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 *************

Noke Deezy, all about his cheezy

It's the Moe-

Yo claim ************* 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 damn hook

It gotta be five grand *************

I'm coming down cool

With my ************* what

Blue U Out the

Southside,

M-O-E a damn fool

With my partner

D-Reck, hoes they been checked

It's that

Wreckshop, earning paper and our respect

And my brother

K-Luv, my *************

Big Toon Knocking down soon,

Moe-Yo gotta get a room

At the end of the ******g night,

I'm gone be ******g

It's that

Moe coming down,

I do the gangsta strutting

My ************* King

One, let's have fun

My partners

Keke, Weets, the

Lil Red coming down on hard

My ************* 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 ******g hard (Chorus) [Pimp C]

Since I was 17,

I've been sipping on sip

************* *************s come through empty out the clip

I love old school cars, with candy ass paint

Your other *************s *******es cause them other *************s fake

You hollin' you a killa but

I know you ain't no killa

I see you in the street *************

I'm a trill ass *************

And now since the eighties, putting *************s down

Letting mother*******s 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 *************, you don't get no *************

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

Cause tramp hoes be talking, on the pilla walking

Out the street get them hoes, telling em bout all your clothes

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

You shouldn't trust that *************, that ************* will get you hit

I see it all the time, ******* get knocked on the grind

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

Say ************* you need to stop, you need to sell some *******

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

I'm talking bout they cousin, coming through ******* buzzing

Drinking on hennessy, ************* you don't know

Pimp C You late on the slab, coming through whipping ass

I whip it up in the lab, and put it out like it's dark around (Chorus)