[INTRO: sample] "Look what they've done to my song ohh," "Look what they've done to my song....." [Cash talking] Yeh, ya boy man fedy what's up? Yeh, ha, stay feelin' the feelin' Sit back and push off to this [Verse 1: Cash] My cody get the doughy we blaze it and then cough it Waitin' but I basically Jake Plummer the offence Like hold up wait I'm greater in the pockets now Sendin' all my blessin' to ya section fore I lock ya down My profit is crazy the error that I offset f**a we ain't talked yet until a n***a talkin' cheques They call me Cash and I ain't never been a counterfeit Seduce you wid the two shot semi a n***a bound to hit I'm bound to twist up dummies and leave 'em mummy wrapped Couple to ya importin' areas you ain't comin' back A hundred stacks a month'll make you a millionaire So twelve months and I bet you that I feel it playa Don't play around wid my money I'll make a mess of ya Separate ya body they'll be lookin' for the rest of ya Believe what I tell ya my rap is true story Like the seventeen Glock ten and them two forties [HOOK] It's the dopegame mob figaz Both click mob n***as Fedy want 'em hit so I'm gon' do the job n***a Benz wagon bubble eyes I ain't like these other guys Husalah fightin' cases but I'm still movin' pies (2x) [Verse 2: 100 Proof] Man all I know is what I do all I do is what I know Push d** leave vitims bleedin' I'm strong but sometimes I feel that sh** be eatin' Me alive through my heartless body My n***as ride like Marcus Garvey Dealin' wid carbon copies of myself Thinkin' they walkin' in my shoes but they're beyond themself Hundred Proof's on some other sh** can't explain in one verse The man I became it won't burst But basically I'm nothin' like you s**as You n***as is all alike I saw the light wid righteous brothers Now I can tell the difference quick Wanna check up on my n***as when they wrapped up in some sh** Stupid at that, yo I didn't know money was doin' like that Now I'm here, but don't nobody wanna believe that Hundred's increasin' f** is the secret Y'all ain't had it all on no G sh** Swallow that weak sh** cause everything y'all follow I lead it Ya game's been pa**ed down and pa**ed down It sounds thrash now y'all n***as better talk than achieve it [Verse 3: Fed-X] See I'm a hustler, hustler hustler Fifty States mister corporate in a Phantom wid a chaffeur They try the dope-uh, the coke they smoked up The god's in the buildin' if I move they fold up I'm in a custom, Bentley so f** 'em The lord done pushed off in whips V-dozen Can you trust him? Debia**i in jet planes money in the bank baby Coke in duct tape we flip we holdin' weight baby It's the king of the mob big cigars Fifty cals on the hip of my goons we move hard, we move hard Vests on the chests of dudes that spit bars at ya fitteds for real You know ya soul's in the hand of the boy baby I'm on a yacth wid a gla** in the air and ya lady [HOOK] 2X [OUTRO: sample] "Look what they've done to my song ohh," "Look what they've done to my song....."