cash over lyrics – ice cube

[mack 10]
wh*ssup cube dog?
i got this b*tch-*ss n*gg* right here
y’know, f*ckin with this tramp-*ss b*tch
puttin her before the scrill’ all the time, yaknowhati’msayin?
man i got this n*gg* transcripts, and every-mother-f*ckin thang
tellin this b*tch all my mother-f*ckin business
puttin *ss over cash everyday
n*gg* f*ck that, this westside

[ice cube]
be gone you f*ckin peon, got the don furious
talkin on the phone got the federal curious
i’m serious! i don’t give a f*ck where he is
snatch him out the factory, bring his *ss back to me
how the f*ck 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*gg* 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*tch
money earnin makin mo’ money (ching ching)
enemies look so funny, with they clothes b*mmy
don’t need no honey, that’s right
cause i’m thinkin with my big head, f*ck what my d*ck said!

[chorus: ice cube]

we puttin cash over *ss, each and every day
go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(we some money makin motherf*ckers.. i know that you love us!)
we puttin cash over *ss, each and every day
go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(we some money makin motherf*ckers.. i know that you love us!)

[ice cube]
now who’s that n*gg* got these b*tches 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*tches, eyes on your riches
if it twitches give it st*tches
if it jiggles or switches, f*ck and take pictures, now
i’m livin in a two-point zone, and i’m still b*mpin
call me in the clutch, ain’t lost my touch
n*gg* what? on the microphone
if i drove it in the video, b*tch, i can drive it home
tight as a corleone
you got to get your own, baby get on, now


[ice cube]
get your *ss up and go to work, cause you know
on payday, n*gg* that sh*t gon’ hurt
f*ckin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness
rich dude, now you got to make three wishes
i’m suspicious, of any motherf*cker puttin f*ck over finance
‘specially f*ckin 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*tches and you like bankin for a penny
stop f*ckin on them dum-dums
find one with some *ss 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*gg*
for what? (never… f*ck a b*tch n*gg*)
for what? she ain’t gon’ love you if you ain’t got no dough fool
(b*tch f*ckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?)
gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y’all (never *ss over cash n*gg*)
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*tches shake they t*t-ties)
cha-ching, cha-ching! (over my knee)
cha-ching, cha-ching! (never *ss over cash)
never *ss over cash

/ ice cube lyrics