Cashing In Lyrics


[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
I'm back! {MO MONEY!}
Gang Green! {PART 3!}
Yeah! {"CA$HING IN"!} Yeah!

[Verse 1:]
Yo' boy's sick! - So move or the germ might touch ya
I'm at the rucker! - Burning them trees up like Usher.
When I teach you how to rap fam' - I'm in that black
van (uh!)
Like Air Ones and Canaries the size of Pacman. {NONE
Who gives a f**kk if it's our brawl (uh!)
'Cause my dog got the windows from the 24 hours store.
I'm on the verge of flippin'
Lord send me a sign! -'Fore I empty this .9 and leave
the board drippin'! [gunshot]
Me and 50 are like Michael and Pippin
Ryu and Ken! (uh!) - Whoever you send - I'm a rip 'em!
I'm added to {DAMN!} society! - Mainly with' my system.
Run and put em' in the truck - like a kidnapping
victim. (uh-huh!)
I'm papa so they pushin' me harder!
My associates got interior motives like - wishin' his
father. (uh-'uh!)
I figure! - I rather play with' these blades before I
Build a ballcourt! - And go buy Bentleys to go to
crash! (3RD!)
I'm headed towards my prime with' metaphors and lines
And I compliment my momma with pedacures and wind.
(whattup ma'?)
I'm line from line, the rap Einstein!
Pound for pound (uh!) I'm Tyson (uh!) - A.K.A (uh!)
Icyin'. (whoo!) {Whooooo!}
Message for the record I ain't sleepin' for a second.
So even if I make it there's a tool under the pillow.
{GOD-... } [gun cocks]
I'm brought up! {DAMN!} - To the V with' a poolish from
the window,
I'm a smoker! - So the brokas won't leave us with the
Indo. (oooooooooooohhh!) [gunshot] {Whoooo!}
I'm always with' a pair! - 'Fore the crew looks for the
A dead meats in your daughter, I'll f**k her and won't
support her. (uh-huh!)
I'm matching on the pedal
Smile from ear to ear; middle finger in the air -
before I catch her eye! (f**k you nigga!)
Keep rydin' behind your tens f**k! (f**k!)
Niggas don't know; no better. - They'll rob you for the
Rhinestones and your pimp cup.
They goin' off if we say:
"Niggaz is runnin' off from my buzz. - Faster than
Jamaicans in the relay."
I'm blowin' the Kush! - Driving lazy in the lane
Yelling money ain't a fame, (uh!) like Jay-Z (uh!) and
Jermaine. (uh!) {HAHA!}
About 80 (uh!) on the chain (uh!) like Brady (uh!)
with' the aim (uh!)
I'm the same! - Whether the Mercedes or the train.
And I may be on a plane - by the end of the night. But
it's aight throw;
I might throw! - I'm rich off a mic hoe! (uh-huh!)
{Whooooo! }
My stamina's low - X-Rated is my type so
I keep the crib packed in, no telling where it might
Living room! Dining room! (uh!) Bedroom! (uh!)
Bathroom! (uh!)
Upstairs! (uh!) Nuts smared, all over your Sasoon.
(ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh!) {NONE STOP!}
Ya on that fly shit! - That SouthSide shit!
Thet I'm a sell on these 10 million before I die shit.
(SouthSiiide!) [shot]
I'm from the block; where the heafers be. (uh!)
To doing shows out in Pinkston when they rocking where
your peppers see. (ha!)
And being gangsta ain't enough - a lil' nigga that's
Will put a killa in a box like Chuck! - CH'EAH!
[gunshot] {Whoooooooooooo!}

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