Ice Cube - Cash Over Ass lyrics

[Mack 10] Wha**up Cube dog? I got this b**h-a** n***a right here Y'know, f**in with this tramp-a** b**h Puttin her before the scrill' all the time, yaknowhatI'msayin? Man I got this n***a transcripts, and every-mother-f**in thang Tellin this b**h all my mother-f**in business Puttin a** over cash everyday n***a f** that, this Westside [Ice Cube] Be gone you f**in peon, got the Don furious Talkin on the phone got the Federal curious I'm serious! I don't give a f** where he is Snatch him out the factory, bring his a** back to me How the f** you think I got the NAME Bossalini? Punk Mack God Rap Genie, you can't see me Up in this game ever since you was a lame Y'all train at my school, n***a I rule You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar from across the water, watch your daughter She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon While you vermin smokin Sherman, I'm rollin somethin German, b**h Money earnin makin mo' money (ching ching) Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy Don't need no honey, that's right Cause I'm thinkin with my big head, fu*k what my dick said! Chorus: Ice Cube We puttin cash over a**, each and every day Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers) (We some money makin motherf**ers.. I know that you love us!) We puttin cash over a**, each and every day Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers) (We some money makin motherf**ers.. I know that you love us!) [Ice Cube] Now who's that n***a got these b**hes lookin silly? Me! I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real dilly You can ask Phillie cause I got a year's supply (Yup!) You must want to die, don't get the lye after dark up at Griffith Park, shallow grave for the mark check his heart, the game about to start Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic) Keep your mind off them b**hes, eyes on your riches If it twitches give it stitches If it jiggles or switches, f** and take pictures, now I'm livin in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpin Call me in the clutch, ain't lost my touch n***a what? on the microphone If I drove it in the video, b**h, I can drive it home Tight as a Corleone You got to get your own, baby get on, now Chorus [Ice Cube] Get your a** up and go to work, cause you know on payday, n***a that sh** gon' hurt f**in with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes I'm suspicious, of any motherf**er puttin f** over finance 'Specially f**in up my plans I'm the boss, I can be late but you'll never see her and me, over currency Givin you the third degree, cause you got too many broke b**hes and you like bankin for a penny Stop f**in on them dum-dums Find one with some a** and some income Who wanna win? Who wanna spin? Who wanna make, twenty-five eight? Me Ice Cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weight Chorus 2X Never put that hoe, in front of that dough n***a For what? (Never... f** a b**h n***a) For what? She ain't gon' love you if you ain't got no dough fool (b**h f**in with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?) Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y'all (Never a** over cash n***a) Scrilla scrilla y'all (We greedy) Cha-ching! (She can get some CD's, push some keys) Cha-ching! (Ha ha ha, make the b**hes shake they tit-ties) Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Over my knee) Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Never a** over cash) Never a** over cash