[Intro]: You wan' smoke that? Go 'head, roll it son! I don't give a fuck man (Six Figga) Smoke that shit man Or you can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack I don't give a fuck what you wanna do, man Don't look to me to stop you man - yeah I'm not gettin in the way...
[Chorus]: Cash Rules, I keep a shooter 'round me, Queens! Get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (killed y'all) Kill in the hood, ask niggaz 'bout me, Jesus! For the money, niggaz'll go real hard (real hard)
[Verse 1]: You are now under my hypnosis, Summertime grind, come out with the toasters (yeah) I return like a animal ferocious, New money breathe, new enemies, nigga you know this! Another mil', another nigga sick, I got nothin', but hard dick for your bitch to lick! I box you orthodox out boy, outlaw bricks of raw, I'm out in the grind, I make the dope price soar! Shit cool 'til the mac out, run when it back out, A nigga finna blackout, better pray that bitch jam It's in God's hands, it's all God plan, You mean even when a nigga gettin smoked, goddamn!
[Chorus]: Cash Rules, I keep a shooter 'round me, Queens! Get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (killed y'all) Kill in the hood, ask niggaz 'bout me, Jesus! For the money, niggaz'll go real hard (real hard)
[Verse 2]: I push my pen with passion, I'm the author of the struggle When pain is a head crack, designer of the devil Trip' 6-6-6, I'm back on my bullshit See clear through my third eye; it's gon' be a murda E'ry summer, e'ry winter, e'ry spring You think I'm bullshittin' I put that on e'rything The shootin' gon' stop right after the shit-talkin' I was sellin' crack while Mike was moonwalkin' 20 off a pack, I stack, I can't call it I blast ya like NASA, Jack, you outta orbit I mean you outta order, you don't want me to send a nigga to you So he could put some hot shit through you, do you?
[Chorus]: Cash Rules, I keep a shooter 'round me, Queens! Get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (killed y'all) Kill in the hood, ask niggaz 'bout me, Jesus! For the money, niggaz'll go real hard (real hard)
[Outro]: Yeah, I'm back baby I'm back! New shit, the drought over, new product, Yeah, man I can't fit in with these niggaz, man I mean niggaz got mohawks, they wearin' skinny jeans', man I think' these niggaz is faggots, man, for real man, They with the rainbow club, man You think this shit is a fad? C'mon, man! I think, it's more than that, man I think, it's more than that, So if a nigga wear a dress, you gon' put on a dress too? C'mon man...
[Chorus]: Cash Rules, I keep a shooter 'round me, Queens! Get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (killed y'all) Kill in the hood, ask niggaz 'bout me, Jesus! For the money, niggaz'll go real hard (real hard)
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