Cashing In

(专辑： Mo Money In The Bank Part Three: Cashing In - 2005)

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!
I'm back! MO MONEY!
Gang Green! PART 3!
Yeah! "CA$HING IN"! Yeah!

Yo' boy's sick! – So move or the germ might touch ya
I'm at the rucker! – Burning them trees up like Usher. (whoo!)
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 STOP
Who gives a fuck if it's our brawl (uh!)
'Cause my dog got the windows from the 24-hours store. (shit!)
I'm on the verge of flipping
Lord send me a sign! -'Fore I empty this .9 and leave the board drippin'!
Me and 50 are like Michael and Pippin
Ryu and Ken! (uh!) – Whoever you send – I'm a rip 'em! (g'eah!)
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 pushing me harder!
My associates got interior motives like – wishing his father. (uh-'uh!)
I figure! – I rather play with' these blades before I pass
Build a ball court! – And go buy Bentleys to go to crash! (3RD!)
I'm headed towards my prime with' metaphors and lines (yeah!)
And I compliment my momma with pedicures and wind. (whattup ma'?)
I'm line from line, the rap Einstein!
Pound for pound (uh!) I'm Tyson (uh!) – A.K.A (uh!) Icying. (whoo!) Whooooo!
Message for the record I ain't sleeping for a second. (uh!)
So even if I make it there's a tool under the pillow. GOD
I'm brought up! DAMN! – To the V with' a polish from the window
I'm a smoker! – So the brokas won't leave us with the Indo. (oooooooooooohhh!) Whoooo!
I'm always with' a pair! – 'Fore the crew looks for the bimbo
A dead meats in your daughter, I'll fuck 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! (fuck you nigga!)
Keep riding behind your tens fuck! (fuck!)
Niggas don't know; no better. – They'll rob you for the rhinestones and your pimp cup
They going off if we say:
"Niggaz is running off from my buzz. – Faster than Jamaicans in the relay."
I'm blowing 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. (OOH! OOH!)
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 go
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!
That I'm a sell on these 10 million before I die shit. (South Side!)
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 stunting
Will put a killa in a box like Chuck! – CH'EAH! Whoooooooooooo!