Ice Cube - Cash Over lyrics

[mack 10]
Whassup cube dog?
I got this bitch-ass nigga right here
Y´know, f*ckin with this tramp-ass bitch
Puttin her before the scrill´ all the time, yaknowhati amsayin?
Man I got this nigga transcripts, & every-mother-f*ckin thang
Tellin this bitch all my mother-f*ckin business
Puttin ass over cash everyday
Nigga f*ck that, this westside

[ice cube]
Be gone you f*ckin peon, got the don furious
Talkin on the phone got the federal curious
I am serious! I do not give a f*ck where he is
Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me
How the f*ck you think I got the name bossalini? punk
Mack God rap genie, you can not 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 am 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 is right
Cause I am thinkin with my big head, f*ck what my dick said!

Chorus: ice cube

We puttin cash over ass, each & every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(we some money makin motherf*ckers.. I know that you love us!)
We puttin cash over ass, each & every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(we some money makin motherf*ckers.. I know that you love us!)

[ice cube]
Now who has that nigga got these bitches lookin silly? me!
I am the big willie for rilly, the real dilly
You can ask phillie cause I got a yeahr´s supply (yup!)
You must wanna 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, f*ck & take pictures, now
I am livin in a two-point zone, & I am still bumpin
Call me in the clutch, aint 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 & go to work, cause you know
On payday, nigga that shit gon´ hurt
F*ckin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes
I am suspicious, of any motherf*cker puttin f*ck over finance
´specially f*ckin up my plans
I am the boss, I can be late
But you will never see her & me, over currency
Givin you the 3rd degree, cause you got
Too many broke bitches & you like bankin for a penny
Stop f*ckin on them dum-dums
Find one with some ass & some income
Who want to win? who want to spin?
Who want to 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... f*ck a bitch nigga)
For what? she aint gon´ love you if you aint got no dough fool
(bitch f*ckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin? )
Have got to 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

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