Cash Lyrics - Singles - Big Moe

I'm talking cash, nigga 

Gripping grain, swaging lanes 

We talking cash, nigga 

Candy paint on all them Range 

We talking cash, nigga 

Don't try to stop my shine 

We talking cash, nigga 

'Cause I tussle on the mind 

I'm talking cash, nigga 

I'm talking cash, nigga 

I'm talking cash, nigga 

I'm talking cash, nigga 

It's Big Moe I stepped up in the door 

Out the South side bitch 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 South side, 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 Wreck shop, hating hoes be on dick 

It's that boy Moe, I'm out the South side 

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 nigga Noke Deezy, all about his cheezy 

It's the Moe-Yo claim pussy 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 bitch I'm coming down cool 

With my nigga what Blue U 

Out the South side, M-O-E a damn fool 

With my partner D-Reck, hoes they been checked 

It's that Wreck shop, earning paper and our respect 

And my brother K-Luv, my nigga Big Toon 

Knocking down soon, Moe-Yo gotta get a room 

At the end of the fucking night, I'm gone be fucking 

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

My nigga King One, let's have fun 

My partners Keke, Weets, the Lil Red coming down on hard 

My nigga High G, you know he's down with me 

M-O to the E, from the 1, 2, 3 

The Wreck shop tree, that's where I be from 

Partner Silly Yo coming down on fucking hard 

I'm talking cash, nigga 

Gripping grain, swaging lanes 

We talking cash, nigga 

Candy paint on all them Range 

We talking cash, nigga 

Don't try to stop my shine 

We talking cash, nigga 

'Cause I tussle on the mind 

Since I was 17, I've been sipping on sip 

Bitch niggas come through empty out the clip 

I love old school cars, with candy ass paint 

Your other niggas pussies cause them other niggas fake 

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

I see you in the street bitch I'm a trill ass nigga 

And now since the eighties, putting niggas down 

Letting motherfuckers 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 bitch, you don't get no dick 

And I ain't put my dick 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 bitch, that bitch will get you hit 

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

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

Say bitch 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 bitches buzzing 

Drinking on Hennessey, bitch 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 

I'm talking cash, nigga 

Gripping grain, swaging lanes 

We talking cash, nigga 

Candy paint on all them Range 

We talking cash, nigga 

Don't try to stop my shine 

We talking cash, nigga 

'Cause I tussle on the mind