(feat. Pooh Gutta) Doin' mutherfuckin' favors man Ay, where Atlanta at, what's happenin'? Get drunk It's your boy Ray Cash I'm goin' to the hood I got
done ran through digits Blowin' down cake like it had some candles in it Midget, I Race pass ya fake ass Bumpin my music, But I ain't ray Cash Eat Dirt
friend feeling I don't care I'm gonna stay with u Boy u know I'm feeling you It's whatever u wanna do [T.I.:] U can have it baby cash on deck Don't guess
break the news Read the reporter, join the queue Spread the news, scandalize Words cut like a thousand knives Take the cash, bag the prize For playing games with other
85' When Start Getting Pussy Every Day Of My Life It Really Didn't Matter What The Bitch Look Like I Rememeber One Night After The Suga Ray Fight Wouldn
to you homie Blackbird! [Verse 1: Woodie] Do you remember when I bought the seventy-five caprice glasshouse I came back to the Yoc after pullin' eight hundred cash
with a fork and spoon You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty please Give it a year, both a y'all be rakin' 50's leaves What do I know, that other nigga y'all got
When I start gettin' pussy every day of my life It really didn't matter what the bitch look like I remember one night after the Sugar Ray fight Wouldn
, what's up? Yo, yo Do ray me but I don't sing, mothafucker I kick shit with the King, mothafucker Ice Cube will clock the cash, rock the mass And if
Cash Money boy, shine like ball heads Big bezel make my watch look like a hog head And all I do is smoke trees, call me Log Head I'm butter on the bread like Parkay And I am all about me like Doe Ray
lil niggas gonna pawn their jewelry It's the cash, yall know what this is, throw me the stash The words that I spoke unto light show me the path Them other
it be, act like you know Check it Verse One: Ghostface Killer Yo, check what happened out of state I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying
the old school 'Cause the hustla's ridin' clean looked so cool You know the rules, I got in where I fit in Why not hit the block, all my other brothers
Still sellin' dubs, n***, that's fact You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that I had to pawn my chain to grab a half ounce Ten years later, time for me to cash
Luteniat Uhura, rock, it shines like a jewler On the down low, she might smoke a little wreffer Other brothers try to cash it Watchin' Living
like a leopard, shake up the pepper jump like a checker, cash my checkas wearin my leather you know she better be way better than that other heffer whatever
Mack on clacks Try to jack and I will attack It's a fact that I ain't givin' up my stacks like that B.o.B Call me Bobby Ray, but it's not two names
microphone Diggin' the Grateful Dead, Little Richard and the Rolling Stones Ray Charles, Led Zeppelin and the Everly Brothers Bad Bo Diddley and the Beatles and some others
