Luyện nghe bài hát Cash

I'm cash, nigga
grain, swaging lanes
We talking cash,
Candy paint on all Range

We talking cash,
try to stop my shine
We talking cash,
'Cause I tussle on the

I'm cash, nigga
I'm cash, nigga
I'm cash, nigga
I'm cash, nigga

It's Big Moe I stepped up in the
Out the South bitch I'm far from a hoe
I ain't even scared and you know I'm down to it
I'ma hit the bed gone get naked

Got to my glock, got to strap my ding-a-ling
Out the side, Moe-Yo gone sing sing
I'ma swing swing, down slow
that Big Moe and you know I'm no hoe

I'ma knock down hoe Toni Braxton
It's Moe-Yo down there hating hoes I'm taxing
Slacking off, you can't be talking about my click
You know it's Wreck shop, hating be on dick

that boy Moe, I'm out the South side
I done came down, Moe-Yo I'm gone
Ain't gone to the T O P
I creep I'm putting it down the M O to the E

My nigga Noke Deezy, all his cheezy
the Moe-Yo claim pussy got to be greasy
Got to keep it wet, on the mic I a vet
I'm coming down five thousand get my check

If you want me to be on your or sing a damn hook
It gotta be five grand bitch I'm coming cool
With my nigga what U
Out the side, M-O-E a damn fool

With my partner D-Reck, hoes they checked
It's that Wreck shop, earning and our respect
And my K-Luv, my nigga Big Toon
Knocking soon, Moe-Yo gotta get a room

At the end of the fucking night, I'm be fucking
that Moe coming down, I do the gangsta strutting
My nigga One, let's have fun
My Keke, Weets, the Lil Red coming down on hard

My High G, you know he's down with me
M-O to the E, the 1, 2, 3
The Wreck tree, that's where I be from
Partner Silly Yo coming down on hard

I'm cash, nigga
Gripping grain, swaging
We cash, nigga
Candy on all them Range

We talking cash,
try to stop my shine
We cash, nigga
'Cause I tussle on the

Since I was 17, been sipping on sip
Bitch niggas come through out the clip
I old school cars, with candy ass paint
other niggas pussies cause them other niggas fake

You hollin' you a but I know you ain't no killa
I see you in the bitch I'm a trill ass nigga
And now the eighties, putting niggas down
Letting hear all that bass around

I ride an Impala, pop my collar
through the record company, want all my dollas
You ain't got my paper bitch, you don't get no
And I put my dick in the uh you wrecked

tramp hoes be talking, on the pilla walking
Out the get them hoes, telling em bout all your clothes
And car sitting on gold, and how much you get at shows
You shouldn't trust that bitch, that bitch get you hit

I see it all the time, bitches get knocked on the
Keep it ten with that wife, coming back in the middle of the
Say bitch you need to stop, you to sell some cock
You need to get off them and get on private yachts

I'm talking they cousin, coming through bitches buzzing
on Hennessey, bitch you don't know Pimp C
You late on the slab, through whipping ass
I whip it up in the lab and put it out it's dark around

I'm cash, nigga
Gripping grain, swaging
We cash, nigga
Candy paint on all them

We talking cash,
try to stop my shine
We cash, nigga
'Cause I on the mind