Cocoa Brovaz - The Cash Lyrics
[hook: [steele] (tek)]We control the nut (whos comin in? )What they comin wit? (what they movin in? )Whos movin in? (when can I expect my payment)Refuse and choose to brave men (yo grave will be under this pavement)Concrete burial, war for you, for all of you(win or lose, you still lose and thats the rules)The respect I get is just a reflection of my status(top ranking never catch a smokin in a bandage)About the cash (still dont nuthin move but the money)Its all about the cash (still dont nuthin move but the money)Its all about the cash (still dont nuthin move but the money)Its all about the cash (still dont nuthin move but the dough)[steele] (tek)Outside (postered up, a mr. pool in my thugs)Its bug the ones who hold heat is the way they show love(while the drug kingpin, showed his way to baguettesAnd pressin looker birds, with his blue face lexThrow on his wrist like hes flamin, peer door he be slayinBroad like iced out, cardiar chain danglin)I seen him minglin with the high rollersRollin high dollars, ballin wit more tricks than harlem globetrottersGot a whole lotta soldiers to his dirty deeds for him(shortys the g form) little niggas movin keys for him(the ds on) but couldnt touch him when they caught him(cuz he support them) wit the same money that bought him[chorus: tek (steele)]Its all about the cash (still dont nuthin move but the money)Its all about big faces (still dont nuthin move but the money)Its all about the cash (still dont nuthin move but the money)Its all about the paper (still dont nuthin move but the money)Its all about the cash (still dont nuthin move but the money)Its all about big faces[steele]Aiyo sun, got a minute let me tell you about this oneThis young sexy bunny, checkin money to hit somethinI dont mean *****in, the only cream she be likinIs that green stuff that come and make her whole world functionRebon capatone, love guns and roses, expesive clothesWith diamonds and niggas that holdin, then she foldinRockin panamanian gold, and ear ring,Bracelet link change with 550 clothin[tek]Young bird, an iceberg, slams ago e.s.Heres press, a platinum rolly, 5 karat necklaceGotta pay to sex it, she catch ya wallet when you sleepin *****Throughbread for the dough, cuz she gotta make itI help to take it, seven digit figure caperSo much paper, cop the lex, already laced herFrom exquisite, faithful to a thug on jail visitsHave fun on the weekend, then its back to business[chorus: steele (tek)]Its all about the cash (still dont nuthin move but the money)Its all about the cash (still dont nuthin move but the money)Its all about the cash (still dont nuthin move but the money)Its all about the cash (still dont nuthin move but the dough)[hook]
