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[Intro: Pimp C, Big Moe]
Uh, uh (Uh)
What's happenin', D-Reck, what you wanna do?
Aha (Uh), aha, aha (Bitch), aha (Hold up)
Aha, aha, aha (Bitch), aha
[Chorus: D-Reck, Pimp C, Big Moe]
I'm talking cash, nigga
Gripping grain, swanging lanes
We talking cash, nigga
Candy paint on all them Range
We talking cash, nigga
Don't try to stop my shine
We talking cash, nigga
'Cause I tussle on the mind (Uh, uh)
I'm talking cash, nigga
I'm talking cash, nigga (Hold up, hold up)
I'm talking cash, nigga (Show your tattoos)
I'm talking cash, nigga (Bitch, uh-uh, uh)
[Verse 1: Big Moe, Pimp C]
It's Big Moe I stepped up in the door (Door, door, door)
Out the Southside, bitch, I'm far from a ho (Ho, I'm no ho)
I ain't even scared and you know I'm down to wreck it (Wreck it)
I'ma hit (Uh) the bed Moe-Yo gone get naked
Got to strap my Glock, got to strap my ding-a-ling (Ling, ling, ling, ling)
Out the Southside, Moe-Yo gone sing-sing (Sing)
I'ma swing-swing, crawl down slow (Down slow)
It's that Big Moe and you know I'm no ho (Ho)
I'ma knock down that ho Toni Braxton (Braxton)
It's Moe-Yo come down there hating hoes I'm taxing (Taxing)
[? Slacking sleeping off] you can't be talking about my click (Click)
You know it's Wreckshop, hating hoes be on dick (On dick, ho)
It's that boy Moe (Moe), I'm out the Southside (Side)
I done came down, Moe-Yo I'm gone chop
Ain't gone stop to the T-O-P (T-O-P)
I creep I'm putting it down from the M-O to the E
My nigga Noke Deezy (Deezy), all about his cheesy (Cheesy, cheesy)
It's the Moe-Yo claim pussy got to be greasy (Greasy)
Got to keep it wet (Wet), on the mic I be's a vet (Vet)
I'm coming down five thousand gotta get my check (Check)
If you want me to be on your song (Uh), or sing a damn hook
It gotta be five grand, bitch, I'm coming down cool
With my nigga what Blue U (U, Blue U)
Out the Southside, M-O-E a damn fool (Fool)
With my partner D-Reck (Reck), hoes they been checked (Checked)
It's that Wreckshop, earn our paper and our respect
And my brother K-Luv, my nigga Big Toon (Toon)
Knocking down soon (Soon), Moe-Yo gotta get a room (Room)
At the end of the fucking night (Night), I'm gone be fucking (Fucking, fucking)
It's that Moe coming down, I do the gangsta strutting (Strutting)
My nigga King One (One), let's have fun (Fun)
My partners Keke, Weets, the Lil Red coming down on hard (Uh)
My nigga High G (G), you know he's down with me (Me)
M-O to the E, from the one, two, three (Three)
The Wreckshop tree (Tree), that's where I be from (From)
Partner Silly Yo (Hold up) coming down on [?] fucking hard
[Chorus: D-Reck, Pimp C]
I'm talking cash, nigga
Gripping grain, swanging lanes
We talking cash, nigga
Candy paint on all them Range
We talking cash, nigga
Don't try to stop my shine
We talking cash, nigga
'Cause I tussle on the mind (Uh, uh)
I'm talking cash, nigga
I'm talking cash, nigga (Hold up, hold up)
I'm talking cash, nigga (Show your tattoos)
I'm talking cash, nigga
[Verse 2: Pimp C]
Since I was seventeen, I've been sipping on sip (Sip, sip, sip)
Bitch niggas come through empty out the clip (Clip, clip, clip)
I love old school cars, with candy-ass paint (Paint)
Your other niggas pussies 'cause them other niggas fake (Other niggas fake)
You hollin' you a killa but I know you ain't no killa (Ain't no killa)
I see you in the street, bitch, I'm a trill-ass nigga (Trill-ass nigga, nigga)
And now since the eighties, putting niggas down (Down)
Letting motherfuckers hear all that bass around
I ride an Impala, don't pop my collar (Uh)
Coming through the record company, want all my dollas (Dollas)
You ain't got my paper, bitch, you don't get no dick
And I ain't put my dick in none of you rats
'Cause rat hoes be talking (Talking), on the pilla walking (Walking)
Out the street with them hoes, telling 'em bout all your clothes
And your car sitting on Vogue, and how much you get at shows
You shouldn't trust that bitch, that bitch will get you hit
I see it all the time (Time), bitches get knocked on the grind (Grind, grind)
Keep it ten with that wife, coming back in the middle of the night (Night, night)
Say, "Bitch, you need to stop, you need to sell some cock
You need to get off them rocks, and get on private stocks" (Stocks)
I'm talking 'bout they cousin, coming through bitches buzzing
Drinking on hennessy (Hennesy), bitch, you don't know Pimp C
UGK on the slab, coming through whipping ass
I whip it up in the lab, and put it out like it's dark around
[Chorus: D-Reck, Pimp C]
I'm talking cash, nigga
Gripping grain, swanging lanes
We talking cash, nigga
Candy paint on all them Range
We talking cash, nigga (Bitch)
Don't try to stop my shine
We talking cash, nigga
'Cause I tussle on the mind
I'm talking cash, nigga
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