Cash Over - Ice Cube

[Mack 10]
Whassup Cube dog?
I got this b_tch-ass n_gga right here
Y'know, f_ckin with this tramp-ass b_tch
Puttin her before the scrill' all the time, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Man I got this n_gga transcripts, and every-mother-f_ckin thang
Tellin this b_tch all my mother-f_ckin business
Puttin ass over cash everyday
N_gga 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'm serious! I don't 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't see me
Up in this game ever since you was a lame
Y'all train at my school, n_gga 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, b_tch
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, F_CK what my d_ck 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 motherf_ckers.. 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 motherf_ckers.. I know that you love us!)

[Ice Cube]
Now who's that n_gga got these b_tches 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 b_tches, eyes on your riches
If it twitches give it stitches
If it jiggles or switches, f_ck 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
N_gga what? on the microphone
If I drove it in the video, b_tch, I can drive it home
Tight as a Corleone
You got to get your own, baby get on, now


[Ice Cube]
Get your ass up and go to work, cause you know
on payday, n_gga that sh_t gon' hurt
F_ckin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes
I'm suspicious, of any motherf_cker puttin f_ck over finance
'Specially f_ckin 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 b_tches and you like bankin for a penny
Stop f_ckin 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 n_gga
For what? (Never... f_ck a b_tch n_gga)
For what? She ain't gon' love you if you ain't got no dough fool
(B_tch f_ckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?)
Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y'all (Never ass over cash n_gga)
Scrilla scrilla y'all (We greedy)

Cha-ching! (She can get some CD's, push some keys)
Cha-ching! (Ha ha ha, make the b_tches 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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