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