《Cashin In》是Lloyd Banks演唱的一首歌曲，2011-11-08發行，所屬專輯為《Cold Corner 2》。
基本介紹
- 歌曲：Cashin In
- 語言：英語
- 發行日期：2011-11-08
- 歌手：Lloyd Banks
- 所屬專輯：Cold Corner 2
歌曲歌詞
Cashin In - Lloyd Banks
Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!
I'm back! {MO MONEY! }
Gang Green! {PART 3! }
Yeah! {"CA$HING IN"! } Yeah!
Yo' boy's sick! - So move or the germ might touch ya
I'm at the rucker! - Burning them trees up like Usher. （whoo!）
When I teach you how to rap fam' - I'm in that black van （uh!）
Like Air Ones and Canaries the size of Pacman. {NONE STOP}
Who gives a fuckk if it's our brawl （uh!）
'Cause my dog got the windows from the 24 hours store. （shit!）
I'm on the verge of flippin'
Lord send me a sign! -'Fore I empty this .9 and leave the board drippin'!
Me and 50 are like Michael and Pippin
Ryu and Ken! （uh!） - Whoever you send - I'm a rip 'em! （g'eah!）
I'm added to {DAMN! } society! - Mainly with' my system.
Run and put em' in the truck - like a kidnapping victim. （uh-huh!）
I'm papa so they pushin' me harder!
My associates got interior motives like - wishin' his father. （uh-'uh!）
I figure! - I rather play with' these blades before I pass
Build a ballcourt! - And go buy Bentleys to go to crash! （3RD!）
I'm headed towards my prime with' metaphors and lines （yeah!）
And I compliment my momma with pedacures and wind. （whattup ma'?）
I'm line from line, the rap Einstein!
Pound for pound （uh!） I'm Tyson （uh!） - A.K.A （uh!） Icyin'. （whoo!） {Whooooo! }
Message for the record I ain't sleepin' for a second. （uh!）
So even if I make it there's a tool under the pillow. {GOD-... }
I'm brought up! {DAMN! } - To the V with' a poolish from the window,
I'm a smoker! - So the brokas won't leave us with the Indo. （oooooooooooohhh!）
I'm always with' a pair! - 'Fore the crew looks for the bimbo,
A dead meats in your daughter, I'll fuck her and won't support her. （uh-huh!）
I'm matching on the pedal
Smile from ear to ear; middle finger in the air - before I catch her eye! （fuck you nigga!）
Keep rydin' behind your tens fuck! （fuck!）
Niggas don't know; no better. - They'll rob you for the Rhinestones and your pimp cup.
They goin' off if we say:
"Niggaz is runnin' off from my buzz. - Faster than Jamaicans in the relay."
I'm blowin' the Kush! - Driving lazy in the lane
Yelling money ain't a fame, （uh!） like Jay-Z （uh!） and Jermaine. （uh!） {HAHA! }
About 80 （uh!） on the chain （uh!） like Brady （uh!） with' the aim （uh!）
I'm the same! - Whether the Mercedes or the train. （OOH! OOH!）
And I may be on a plane - by the end of the night. But it's aight throw;
I might throw! - I'm rich off a mic hoe! （uh-huh!） {Whooooo! }
My stamina's low - X-Rated is my type so
I keep the crib packed in, no telling where it might go.
Living room! Dining room! （uh!） Bedroom! （uh!） Bathroom! （uh!）
Upstairs! （uh!） Nuts smared, all over your Sasoon. （ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh!） {NONE STOP! }
Ya on that fly shit! - That SouthSide shit!
Thet I'm a sell on these 10 million before I die shit. （SouthSiiide!）
I'm from the block; where the heafers be. （uh!）
To doing shows out in Pinkston when they rocking where your peppers see. （ha!）
And being gangsta ain't enough - a lil' nigga that's stuntin',
Will put a killa in a box like Chuck! - CH'EAH!
