[Intro - Raekwon, Method Man & (€uro)] What that nigga want? God? Word up, look out for the cops Cash rules Word up, two for fives over here baby Word up, two for fives Niggas got garbage down the way, word up Know what I’m saying Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M., get… Yeah, check this old fly shit out, word up (uh, €uro) Cash rules everything around me Take you on a natural joint C.R.E.A.M., get the money Here we, here we go Dolla-dolla bill y’all (check)
[Verse 1 - €uro] I’ve been having these nightmares of loosin’ time with no reward Mama would call the Lord before she called the law Then I went and found time in a Audemar Time is money, so I spent it all trying to order more They say beef is a poor man’s sport Behind the money get that Robert Port, fuck it
[Chorus - Method Man] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar-dollar bill y’all
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Uh, I don’t cut the work, drop top on 20′s Soon as I learned how to talk, I talked business Niggas ain’t safe, all 9 Innings And to you it’s just change, I want every JC Penny And I walk up in your funeral late, suit rented Lift her mini skirt, get behind her like Benny Goin’ at ya neck, get the rope, tie a noose This a gun check, now who do I write it to? I’m dirty like ENT, shout out to Murphy Lee Gotta cut up the credit cards, plastic surgery I’m a God, Mercy Me, I’m higher than mercury Smokin’ on that strong, full of that Hercules Bartender, hurry up, hurry up with my drink Niggas pullin’ cables like a they come with a string I’m standing over the stove with my gun in the sink Cause I don’t know what niggas thinking, but I know how they think Uh, catch a skateboard to the jaw I’m in that pussy, she in awe And this here is my homeboy Quick Draw McGraw I’m even on both sides of the seesaw You can get your head cut off with a saw, yee-haw Kill you and your right-hand man, SouthPaw Money over bitches, and above the law Money over bitches, and above the law Money
[Chorus - Method Man & (Lil Wayne)] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar-dollar bill y’all (Yeah) Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar-dollar bill y’all
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Uh, pocket full of money with a posse full of hitters Black and white Porsche’s, like a Nazi with a nigga Money make the world 360 We throw them dollars up, them bitches better be frisbees Pounds in the freezer, fifty rounds in the sweeper Counter full of coke, naked bitch baggin’ up And if the bitch stealing, I know where her mama live I love this shit so much, I got on a tux Man it’s been a minute since I seen my nigga Bubba Some niggas fade away, some niggas hit the jumper Kidnap your niece, don’t cry, call your uncle We don’t wanna hurt ya baby, we just want your uncle 25 lighters on the dresser, yessir I ain’t hearin’ that bullshit, I’m deafer then Leppard Somewhere out wherever, they find your body severed You know they findin’ niggas guilty like they findin’ treasure But get your money On occasions I get too wasted, it’s an occasion I heard a nurse say: “thank you for being so patient” I know my niggas got me, we good forever Get the cheese nigga, please abort the shredder Turnin’ good to better, gotta pull it together I wish that blood on the floor, was rose pedals Real gangstas die of old age And old money, get paid my nigga Tunechi
[Chorus - Method Man] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar-dollar bill y’all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar-dollar bill y’all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar-dollar bill y’all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar-dollar bill y’allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
