WRECKSHOP FAMILY - Cash On lyrics

rate me

[talking]

It go down straight up, it go down in here

All night in the lab, bout 5 in the morning

Me and my nigga Craig, you know I'm tal'n bout

Ted Wheel in this motherfucker, that's how we do it

Know I'm saying feel this, huh

[Hook x2: Noke D]

Candy coated, wet up out Eddy's

So you know I'm, pulling out ready

Grind stay stead on, gotta keep on getting my feddy

Bitches bopping car hopping, ain't no stopping though

I'm on the gas yo, I gotta get my cash on

[Dirty $]

Yeah, there ain't no stopping a G

When he got his mind, focused on his currency

It's that Dirty $, but you can call me Jerry McGuire

We ain't swapping gay bout Deniro, fa sho I'm gon holla

At you much later playa, now I'm grinding to get this paper

Trying to reep the benefits, from seven years of hard labor

When I speak please believe, my speech ain't cheap

Spit for my health fuck that, I spit for the wealth

My well-being, comes from seeing my baby girl happy

My T looking sassy, in that new drop top Caddy

My pappy out there barely, but that only prepare me

Not to lean on no nigga, cause ain't no nigga can carry me

Junior hustle to get it, whatever hustle I'm with it

Make mine whatever custom fitted, in too deep to quit it

Went from ashy to classy, stay far from flashy

Got to make enough do', so the bread outlasts me

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Shay]

I'm candy coated out Eddy's, as I bounce rock steady

Sitting low with Noke D, got a nigga looking ready

We ain't tripping fa sho, in a candy Tahoe

Tag team on a hoe, how the fucking game go

Fa sho we looking good, in the hood gripping wood

On some other shit, plus we dropping off the goods

Here it is Shayzie baby, so don't front

Candy red looking blooded, like the first of the month

Pulling up iced up, chain glass on 4's

For me and will be, to go and fuck with some hoes

You know, I'm at the dackory bar

With a bad ass bitch, giving head in the car

Jump out brush off, cause it's money to make

Plus I got another Houpe, for that end of the pay

Young Shay, Chill Will and Noke holding the wheel

Pulling out on triple see, we rolling candy for real

[Hook x2]

[D-Reck]

I've been all about the feddy, since titty milk was fed to me

To them days on the block, when crack rock was leveling

My Matchbox was stocked, and the knot in my sock was heavy

With dreams of a drop, and a new spot for betting

And a college degree, wasn't enough to feed me

Ain't no small bidness loans, for niggaz in these streets

Saw whipped that flipped that, fuck a job I skipped that

Start that dipped that, handed equipped gats

Young entrepre-nigga, with ways to get paid

Turned crumbs to bricks, Hoo-doo's to Escalades

From hot heat to shades, try to stop me you getting sprayed

I'm on feet like J's, the streets paved the way

For a nigga to get the do', get the feddy get the cheese

Shot off showroom flo', in a new V

You gotta hand it to me, cause I'm demanding a G

And that's respect, cause D-Reck gon collect you see

[Hook x2]