Big Moe Cash Lyrics

(Chorus: Noke D)
I'm talking cash, n____
Gripping grain, swanging lanes
We talking cash, n____
Candy paint on all them Range
We talking cash, n____
Don't try to stop my shine
We talking cash, n____
Cause I tussle on the mind

I'm talking cash, n____ - 4x

[Big Moe]
It's Big Moe I stepped up in the door
Out the Southside b____ I'm far from a hoe
I ain't even scared and you know I'm down to wreck it
I'ma hit the bed Moe-Yo gone get naked
Got to strap my glock, got to strap my ding-a-ling
Out the Southside, Moe-Yo gone sing sing
I'ma swing swing, crawl down slow
It's that Big Moe and you know I'm no hoe
I'ma knock down that hoe Toni Braxton
It's Moe-Yo come down there hating hoes I'm taxing
?Slacking sleeping off? you can't be talking about my click
You know it's Wreckshop, hating hoes be on d___
It's that boy Moe, I'm out the Southside
I done came down, Moe-Yo I'm gone chop
Ain't gone stop to the T-O-P
I creep I'm putting it down from the M-O to the E
My n____ Noke Deezy, all about his cheezy
It's the Moe-Yo claim p____ got to be greasy
Got to keep it wet, on the mic I be's a vet
I'm coming down five thousand gotta get my check
If you want me to be on your song, or sing a d___ hook
It gotta be five grand b____ I'm coming down cool
With my n____ what Blue U
Out the Southside, M-O-E a d___ fool
With my partner D-Reck, hoes they been checked
It's that Wreckshop, earning paper and our respect
And my brother K-Luv, my n____ Big Toon
Knocking down soon, Moe-Yo gotta get a room
At the end of the f___ing night, I'm gone be f___ing
It's that Moe coming down, I do the gangsta strutting
My n____ King One, let's have fun
My partners Keke, Weets, the Lil Red coming down on hard
My n____ High G, you know he's down with me
M-O to the E, from the 1, 2, 3
The Wreckshop tree, that's where I be from
Partner Silly Yo coming down on f___ing hard

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[Pimp C]
Since I was 17, I've been sipping on sip
b____ n____s come through empty out the clip
I love old school cars, with candy a__ paint
Your other n____s p____es cause them other n____s fake
You hollin' you a killa but I know you ain't no killa
I see you in the street b____ I'm a trill a__ n____
And now since the eighties, putting n____s down
Letting m_________ers hear all that bass around
I ride an Impala, don't pop my collar
Coming through the record company, want all my dollas
You ain't got my paper b____, you don't get no d___
And I ain't put my d___ in the uh you wrecked
Cause tramp hoes be talking, on the pilla walking
Out the street get them hoes, telling em bout all your clothes
And your car sitting on gold, and how much you get at shows
You shouldn't trust that b____, that b____ will get you hit
I see it all the time, b____es get knocked on the grind
Keep it ten with that wife, coming back in the middle of the night
Say b____ you need to stop, you need to sell some c___
You need to get off them rocks, and get on private yachts
I'm talking bout they cousin, coming through b____es buzzing
Drinking on hennessy, b____ you don't know Pimp C
You late on the slab, coming through whipping a__
I whip it up in the lab, and put it out like it's dark around

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