Cash

We talking cash, nigga
And my brother K-Luv, my nigga Big Toon
Slacking sleeping off, you can't be talking about my click
Keep it ten with that wife, coming back in the middle of the night
We talking cash, nigga

It gotta be five grand bitch I'm coming down cool
You late on the slab, coming through whipping ass

It's the Moe-Yo claim pussy got to be greasy
Bitch niggas come through empty out the clip
My partners Keke, Weets, the Lil Red coming down on hard
We talking cash, nigga

I'ma swing swing, crawl down slow
Since I was 17, I've been sipping on sip
My nigga High G, you know he's down with me
I'm talking cash, nigga

Don't try to stop my shine
Knocking down soon, Moe-Yo gotta get a room
Your other niggas pussies cause them other niggas fake
I whip it up in the lab and put it out like it's dark around
Got to strap my glock, got to strap my ding-a-ling
Got to keep it wet, on the mic I be's a vet
I'ma hit the bed Moe-Yo gone get naked
My nigga King One, let's have fun
I'm talking bout they cousin, coming through bitches buzzing
Ain't gone stop to the T O P
Out the South side, M-O-E a damn fool
We talking cash, nigga

Candy paint on all them Range
Gripping grain, swaging lanes
You need to get off them rocks and get on private yachts

I'ma knock down that hoe Toni Braxton
Don't try to stop my shine
I love old school cars, with candy ass paint
Partner Silly Yo coming down on fucking hard

The Wreck shop tree, that's where I be from
Drinking on Hennessey, bitch you don't know Pimp C

It's that Moe coming down, I do the gangsta strutting
I'm coming down five thousand gotta get my check

Coming through the record company, want all my dollas
'Cause I tussle on the mind
Don't try to stop my shine
Letting motherfuckers hear all that bass around
I creep I'm putting it down from the M O to the E
With my partner D-Reck, hoes they been checked

I ain't even scared and you know I'm down to wreck it
I'm talking cash, nigga
'Cause I tussle on the mind
And your car sitting on gold, and how much you get at shows
I done came down, Moe-Yo I'm gone chop
Out the street get them hoes, telling em bout all your clothes
It's that boy Moe, I'm out the South side
We talking cash, nigga

It's that Wreck shop, earning paper and our respect
It's Big Moe I stepped up in the door
Out the South side, Moe-Yo gone sing sing
At the end of the fucking night, I'm gone be fucking

Candy paint on all them Range
And now since the eighties, putting niggas down

You know it's Wreck shop, hating hoes be on dick
We talking cash, nigga
I'm talking cash, nigga

You hollin' you a killa but I know you ain't no killa
I'm talking cash, nigga
We talking cash, nigga
'Cause tramp hoes be talking, on the pilla walking
Candy paint on all them Range
Out the South side bitch I'm far from a hoe
You shouldn't trust that bitch, that bitch will get you hit
I see it all the time, bitches get knocked on the grind
M-O to the E, from the 1, 2, 3
You ain't got my paper bitch, you don't get no dick
Say bitch you need to stop, you need to sell some cock
We talking cash, nigga
With my nigga what Blue U

And I ain't put my dick in the uh you wrecked
If you want me to be on your song or sing a damn hook

I'm talking cash, nigga
I'm talking cash, nigga
It's that Big Moe and you know I'm no hoe
My nigga Noke Deezy, all about his cheezy
I see you in the street bitch I'm a trill ass nigga
I ride an Impala, don't pop my collar
It's Moe-Yo come down there hating hoes I'm taxing
Gripping grain, swaging lanes
We talking cash, nigga