a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

cashis – in the name of love (do it all) lyrics

i do it all for my children
k young, rick ross, game, joe young
and you know me, pimp
cup full
joe young, wussup n-gg-? yea

in the middle of the night we still shine bright
lamborghini doors up f-ck 5 mikes
24 karat rolex street mary
i’m in love with money my women see paris
bad b-tches all bleedin in the red bottoms
squad of cheerleaders but you know i red dot em
pick em out, skip em out just to trick em out
pop a rubber band, purple ring, this about
beverly hills chill that 17 mill
i love her a becky but d-mn, check out ebony hips
i’m in the m6 with a slim chick (boss!)
i’m a big boy talkin big business

it’s all in the name of love
all in the name of love yeah
i’d do anything for my favorite girl
it’s all in the name of love
all in the name of love
i do it all for my money
i’d do anything for my favorite girl

i say this a mother f-cking cold world
f-cking with all girl
life’s a b-tch and i’mma f-ck er til goes cold
2 feet up in this rap sh-t
move from snap backs to 50 caps, back the snap back
sh-t ain’t the same and n-gg-s know
i was pushin 8b-lls, dreamin bout jigga dough
how i’m pposed to get it though?
when 6 n-gg-s hustling at the same liquor store, it’s my corner
now let me light that f-ckin 4, n-gg- blow
then i woke up, sh-t was just a bad dream
and that part in my life is just ink the magazine
full double xl covers, source in the vine
rap was an empty swimming pool and i still took the dive
now it’s phantoms in my front yard, dobermans in the back
but my black car black cuz i’m the coldest on the track
matter fact, i’m the coldest in the game
hence my f-ckin name, a permanent plus day

i stack it on the boss like ross ugh
haters round the wood, i ball until it comes
what’s that? blue that, big straps, i got em
big digits, you go get em with no problem
old school whips with the modern day
engine is turned to hunting on the strip chip in em
like jordan back to back with champ, i see winning
god didn’t front the true sinners
money is my b-tch, was late but die when it should die
it go with me blissfully ball, these shots is for me
we holdin hands in the middle of the street
suckers wanna get to you, you’d better bring it in to me cuz

monty converted coupes, d-mn right we shine bright
miami sky line, boy we love the lime light
bad b-tches with me, i better f-ck them all
she see that violin shinin, she love that audemar
b-tches from brazil, countin a half a mill
bbs stones b-tch and them sh-ts be real
choppers in the ride so don’t play with me
catch a homicide and head right back to germany
louie loafers, b-tch i stay clean
s65, that’s my new mercedes
dope boy dreams, ballin like the 80’s
stay into the model, n-gg- f-ck you – pay me

and now i hustle hard
just to smell your flagrance
when i first laid eyes on you
i didn’t know what it was

- cashis lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS