Cash over ass

Cash over ass Lyrics

[mack 10]
Whassup cube dog?
I got this b**ch-ass nigga right here
Y’know, f**kin with this tramp-ass b**ch
Puttin her before the scrill’ all the time, yaknowhati’msayin?
Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every-mother-f**kin thang
Tellin this b**ch all my mother-f**kin business
Puttin ass over cash everyday
Nigga f**k that, this westside

[ice cube]
Be gone you f**kin peon, got the don furious
Talkin on the phone got the federal curious
I’m serious! I don’t give a f**k where he is
Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me
How the f**k you think I got the name bossalini? punk
Mack God rap genie, you can’t see me
Up in this game ever since you was a lame
Y’all train at my school, nigga I rule
You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar
From across the water, watch your daughter
She might catch the holy ghost from this rap sermon
While you vermin smokin sherman, I’m rollin somethin german, b**ch
Money earnin makin mo’ money (ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy
Don’t need no honey, that’s right
Cause I’m thinkin with my big head, f**k what my dick said!

Chorus: ice cube

We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(we some money makin motherf**kers.. I know that you love us!)
We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(we some money makin motherf**kers.. I know that you love us!)

[ice cube]
Now who’s that nigga got these b**ches lookin silly? me!
I’m the big willie for rilly, the real dilly
You can ask phillie cause I got a year’s supply (yup!)
You must want to die, don’t get the lye
After dark up at griffith park, shallow grave
For the mark check his heart, the game about to start
Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic)
Keep your mind off them b**ches, eyes on your riches
If it twitches give it stitches
If it jiggles or switches, f**k and take pictures, now
I’m livin in a two-point zone, and I’m still bumpin
Call me in the clutch, ain’t lost my touch
Nigga what? on the microphone
If I drove it in the video, b**ch, I can drive it home
Tight as a corleone
You got to get your own, baby get on, now

Chorus

[ice cube]
Get your ass up and go to work, cause you know
On payday, nigga that sh*t gon’ hurt
f**kin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes
I’m suspicious, of any motherf**ker puttin f**k over finance
’specially f**kin up my plans
I’m the boss, I can be late
But you’ll never see her and me, over currency
Givin you the third degree, cause you got
Too many broke b**ches and you like bankin for a penny
Stop f**kin on them dum-dums
Find one with some ass and some income
Who wanna win? who wanna spin?
Who wanna make, twenty-five eight? me
Ice cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weight

Chorus 2x

Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigga
For what? (never... f**k a b**ch nigga)
For what? she ain’t gon’ love you if you ain’t got no dough fool
(b**ch f**kin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin? )
Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y’all (never ass over cash nigga)
Scrilla scrilla y’all (we greedy)

Cha-ching! (she can get some cd’s, push some keys)
Cha-ching! (ha ha ha, make the b**ches shake they tit-ties)
Cha-ching, cha-ching! (over my knee)
Cha-ching, cha-ching! (never ass over cash)
Never ass over cash