(I know that you love us)
(Yup)
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(We greedy)
(I know, I know that you love us)
Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me
Puttin ass over cash everyday
You must want to die, don't get the lye
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you love us)
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes
You can ask Phillie 'cause I got a year's supply
Y'know, fuckin' with this tramp ass bitch
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
While you vermin', smokin' Sherman
Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigga
(Never fuck a bitch nigga)
'Specially fuckin' up my plans
Cha ching
(I know that you love us)
Talkin' on the phone got the Federal curious
Go ahead let the players play
Go on let the players play
Mack God Rap Genie, you can't see me
(I know that you love us)
Stop fuckin' on them dum dums
You got to get your own, baby get on, now
Nigga what? On the microphone
Cha-ching, cha-ching
(Tight)
(Punk)
The game about to start big thangs automatic Pu Tang
(I know that you love us)
Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches
Go on let the players play
Cha ching
(Gettin' paid yaknahmsayin?)
'Cause I'm thinkin' with my big head, fuck what my dick said
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home
(Bitch fuckin' with me got to be workin')
Go on let the players play
Tight as a Corleone
I'm rollin' somethin' German
Too many broke bitches and you like bankin' for a penny
I'm livin' in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpin'
You never make me holla, smokin' on a fifteen dollar
Who wanna make, twenty-five eight?
(She can get some CD's, push some keys)
We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
(Ching ching)
(Me)
I'm serious! I don't give a fuck where he is
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
How the fuck you think I got the name Bossalini?
We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
After dark up at Griffith Park
If it twitches give it stitches
Don't need no honey, that's right
Go on let the players play
Puttin' her before the scrill' all the time, ya knowhatI'msayin?
We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
I'm the boss, I can be late
For what? She ain't gon' love you
Call me in the clutch, ain't lost my touch
Go on let the players play
Get your ass up and go to work, 'cause you know
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
Up in this game ever since you was a lame
Now who's that nigga got these bitches lookin' silly?
From across the water, watch your daughter
Go on let the players play
Go on let the players play
We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real dilly
Cha ching, cha ching
If you ain't got no dough fool
(I know that you love us)
For what?
Scrilla scrilla y'all
But you'll never see her and me, over currency
(I know that you love us)
(Bitch)
Ice Cube the great pushin' rhymes like weight
Shallow grave for the mark check his heart
Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y'all
(Fuck)
(Never ass over cash)
On payday, nigga that shit gon' hurt
(Never ass over cash nigga)
Nigga fuck that, this Westside
We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
Find one with some ass and some income
We puttin' cash over ass, each and every goddamn day
(Over my knee)
(Automatic)
We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
(Me)
(Ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they titties)
Money earnin' makin' mo' money
Y'all train at my school, nigga I rule
I'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin' fuck over finance
Who wanna win? Who wanna spin?
If it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, now
We puttin' cash over ass, each and every motherfuckin' day
Fuckin' with a skirt instead of handlin' your bizness
She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon
Givin' you the third degree, 'cause you got
Tellin' this bitch all my mother fuckin' business
(The hustlers we some money makin' motherfuckers)
Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every mother fuckin' thang
Be gone you fuckin' peon, got the Don furious
