U.N.L.V. - Cash, Cash Mo Money lyrics

[Bigg Ramp Talking] Wusup, wusup look, man you got to get yo paper right Get yo money right, you heard me, nobody ain't gonna do it for ya You gotta get up and hussle, strap up and do yo thang Bigg Ramp, Tec-9, Lil' Ya Rest In Peace Yella and The "U" gonna do this how ya love that [Bigg Ramp] Lay down on a ride, in them fancy car's, I try to come up I end up buyin' for it, Momma can't put the house up We payin' rent, and we might get evicted The money spent on the bad habit that I got That's all that's helpin' me All the hell I started runnin' with the dope fiends Momma taught me right from wrong when I was small But I was hard head baby boy, all I wanted to do was ball Started hangin' with the wrong crowd, know all the time Momma love me, but she still kicked me out huh and She gonna take me back in forty eight hour's But I'm livin' on V.L. dog, I'm high AK and showers and To get five gee's try'na come up, I bust three head's How much is that? Dog that's fifteen gee's So I can shine, like them n***a's on the end of my street But if I keep bustin' head's I'ma be on my feet [Chorus] Where the Cash at Mo Money Mo Money I'm often tired of bein' broke, dog that ain't funny I got to strap up and hit the streets Handle my business, handle my business What would you do if you was me [2x] [Lil' Ya] n***a call me big head, I spend big head's On the regular, TV's flexin' in the Lex on my cellular The fifty five inches turnin', while I burnin' rubber Distribute my Hummer, collect snap's and brother's My click consist of n***a's all about they Luci Meltin' cheese, makin' cheese, haters boot me Wanna shoot me, But I got two full AK Glocks and Pa** a joint, lookin' out my rear view mirror f** up and I'ma get rid of ya I used to dream, started to scheme and I became rich Moved out of town and started f**in' Bill Gates b**h I got a crushed out livin' room set and on the wall I got a picture of the whole Connect and In my bed room crushed out marble dresser Everyday I got to get laid, my man bring the record I like big stack's, money make the world go round I've been stackin', ask the teller at my back Uptown Wootay! [Chorus-2x] [Tec-9] Been good, understood, paper chaser, I be Hater's can't fade me, burin' at four hundred degrease Sit you down, bout to act a clown, Me from Uptown Been around, I done laid my law down Baby girl shake that a**, let a n***a get the digits Sexually I'm wit it, make yo body explicit Let's take a ride to the other side in the bubble eye Lexus, Rolex dog I'm stayin' on time I'ma ex-crime commiter, ex-wig splitter No need to be bitter, I'ma hot girl go getter Me and my n***a Bigg Ramp, in the tented window Burban Flossin', tossin', n***a got me swervin' The heart shaped, Gcuizy with a bucket to sip on Fifty gee's for the ride, one point five for the home Only one way, how we do it in that U.P.T We ball until we fall, chasin' that paper You see my style, now you say ya wanna be just like me Persian rug's, surrounded by thug's, nothin' but love Now you got to love the way I rip it, versatile with the style I handle all audience, from senior citizens, down to Juvenile How ya like me now, swimmin' in money up to my neck Don't knock me, what 'cha say! get yo mind off of my pocket I got somethin' that look like a rocket for all you Robbers and jackers, I can't stop and I won't stop I'm known as a factor Livin' like I hit the lotto, candy red El Durago It's pumped by the Conto, got pictures by Pica**o Where the money n***a [Chorus-Till the end]