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ft trinidad jame cash out – m.o.e. (remix) (ft. trinidad jame$) – cash out lyrics

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[hook: cash out]
and it’s m o e baby
money over everything and that’s what it be baby
and they ain’t flyer than me baby
and i’m getting money pay me baby
and my rims real big, and my house is real big and my money’s real long
and it’s m o e baby
money over everything and that’s what it be baby

[verse 1: cash out]
and i’m flyer than a pelican
and i’m fresher than i ever been
and i’m higher than i ever been
and i ain’t motherf-cking stuttering
i ain’t like these other n-gg-s
i really sold that b-tter man
and boy you still gotta get touched up
and it’s f-ck your family feelings, i’m like tough luck
and i ain’t never light , no little money like megabux
and i ain’t with no simple girl, i like mega sl-ts
i’m coming at n-gg-s, like they owe me
i hear ’em talking real gangster i’m like show me
24 all in your chest they call him kobe
but i don’t really wanna get back to the old me

[hook]

[verse 2: trinidad james]
i cant wait to do a song with boosie straight outta jail
and them n-gg-s hatin on me cause im giving em h-ll
and them b-tches lovin on me since im dressin so well
i remember coming up i had to hussle for real
.., had whatever for sale
what i couldnt afford i made a promise n-gg- would self
ima grind it, run it up and have my mama turnt up
real n-gg-? yes sir
fake n-gg-? hate ya
so you can keep running your mouth n-gg- (haha)
and ima keep making these songs n-gg-
your b-tch gon sing along n-gg-
you want that power, that respect
its money over everything b-tch

[hook]

[verse 3: cash out]
and my team i won’t trade for nothing
man i was on the block, grinding hard like i was a slave or something
man i’m trying to get my crop up
they slow don’t run the stock up
now they pay me for pop ups n-gg-
but don’t make me pop up ,
’cause bodies they won’t pop up
n-gg-s they get mopped up
and we don’t call him hitman we call him cleaners
watch these n-gg-s -ss up then put ’em in the cleaners
nas missing picture sayin’ “have you seen him?”
jury blinded all these b-tches they like “we can’t see ’em”
and i know these n-gg-s hatin but they wanna be ’em
and i swear i play with weight like i was in the gym

[hook]



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