Cash Caged
Title | Cash Caged |
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Artist | Emay |
Album | A.D.D. (Altered Dynamic Dimensions) |
Release Date | 2008 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Verse 1: Kool G. Rap] You know the Don's armed with sixteen And I do harm for this big cream, the whips and the carriage Ball like the Knicks and the Mavericks, slipping the fabrics Pull up wit some big shit, lieutenant shit, hitting the hazards Spot a bitch wit that Cris habit, gotta have it Fuck shorty and send her OT wit a brick in her baggage Roll where the clubs at slip for the rabbit Trick only lick dick status to get cabbage She get lathered to the dick baptist Who back on the map? Giancana wit a vengeance It's drama to the finish, put the Llama to your appendix And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug (nigga) This where the buck stops, fuck props Buck shots at the top money, what the fuck you forgot? Thought I was done and wasn't touching the block? Still real, busting the Glock Put up and you can see it (blaow) what up now? [Chorus: Young Jeezy and Mannie Fresh] First I'm gone stack my flo'(And then what?) Then I'm gone stack some mo' (And then what?) Close shop then I do my count Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house (And then what?) Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (Yeah) Hit the club and get one of dem broads (And then what?) It's a wrap, we on the way to the house; by 3:45 I be kickin' her out [Chorus: Young Jeezy and Mannie Fresh] First I'm gone stack my flo'(And then what?) Then I'm gone stack some mo' (And then what?) Close shop then I do my count Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house (And then what?) Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (Yeah) Hit the club and get one of dem broads (And then what?) It's a wrap, we on the way to the house; by 3:45 I be kickin' her out [Verse 2: 50 Cent] You can call this my new shit, but it ain't new though I got rid of my old bitch, now I got new hoes First it was the Benzo, now I'm in the Enzo Ferrari, I'm sorry, I keep blowing up They call me the cake man, the strawberry shake man I spray the AR, make your whole clique break dance Backspin, head spin, flatline, you're dead then 9 shells, Mac-10, "who wanna get it cracking?" I was young, I couldn't do good, now I can't do bad I ride, wreck the new Jag, I just buy the new Jag Now nigga why you mad? Oh, you can't do that? I'm so forgetful, they calling me cocky I come up out the jeweler, they calling me Rocky It's the ice on my neck, man, the wrist and my left hand Bling like bloaw, you like my style Ha ha - I'm heading to the bank right now You might also like[Chorus - Young Jeezy and Mannie Fresh] First I'm gone stack my flo'(And then what?) Then I'm gone stack some mo' (And then what?) Close shop then I do my count Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house (And then what?) Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (Yeah) Hit the club and get one of dem broads (And then what?) It's a wrap, we on the way to the house; by 3:45 I be kickin' her out |