Ant Banks, Slink Capone, Dr. Dre - Cutaluff lyrics

Yo yo yo, what's up, this is Dr dre
And we doin "Big Thangs"
With my nigga Ant Banks from the Bom-Bay
Yo drop some shit on 'em

Now picture me
Inebriated and livin' lavish in Paris
In the summer it's uncountable numbers
Steadily makin' cabbage
Havin' seasonal vacations
Only eighty degrees
Got three bitches in the swimmin'
Pool thats waitin' for me
But I can't let 'em be my downfall
They so seductive
Clock my money first then I'll call
Can't ever trust 'em
Many niggas that died died at
The hands of a diva
But you can fuck 'em and feed 'em
Slink Capone don't need 'em
I'd rather live like Ebenezer with
The house on the hills
Let my cup runneth over my
Shoulders 'til it spills and fold bills
'cause livin' life broke is constant misery
I'd rather smoke weed on my
Boat and sip on Hennessy
The federalies, they got a scope on my float
Barcodes on my dome
Shoot to kill Slink Capone
If it's on it's on
Let's get it goin' in the fifty states
One-time can't touch me
I'm legit in the Cutaluff

Keep your eyes on the prize
Your hustle in disguise
(Get yo' money player)
Rumors, tales and lies
Watch for jealous eyes
(Coolin' in the Cutaluff)
Keep your eyes on the prize
Your hustle in disguise
Rumors, tales and lies
Watch for jealous eyes (In the Cutaluff)