K-Rino, Kuwait - Get That Cash lyrics

[K-Rino, Kuwait - Get That Cash lyrics]

Water comes to boil in a pot
Tony Montana in a jar formed a rock
Competition pushing trash, me got that
Go get that cash
Record stores are 8 to 20 dollars a cd
My homie got burning for a dollar a piece
That’s a nine dollar profit quick fast
Go get that cash ran a truck in a jewelry
Store window with guerrilla plans
Had to see it with my hands
Worth over hundred grand
Not bad for a smash-and- go get that cash
18 wheeler in the hood, stolen goods
Ran labels from Sony, Bose and Kenwood
Get it while it here, hot and dash

Go get that cash is there a honor ‘mong
Thieves? Not in Babylon
‘cause Frank, Jack, Nicky and Washington

I can’t think ‘cause I ain’t ate
Them fools can’t even wait and
Won’t share they plate
And I ain’t asked to be born in
A world where money is god
So I eat you before I starve
You saying fuck my babies when you
Won’t give me a job
And you know the economy is fucked
Up and times is hard
So I’m digging in the crack of your ass
Go get that cash i’m in your town on your
Corner in front the store
With DVDs, CDs and more
So go in your stash before my
Beanie turn into a mask go get that cash
Mama gotta get it how she live
She strip, suck, take long hard dick
Push dope and babysit kids
Plus graduated at the top of her class
Go get that cash

Is there a honor ‘mong
Thieves? Not in Babylon
‘cause Frank, Jack, Nicky and Washington

Prostitution, money laundering and
Drug trafficking
Make a stack and then start over
And flip it back again
Being broke is like living in hell
And boys even got newborn babies for sale
We done seen
We done pulled every possible caper
Small licks like selling food
Stamps for paper
From the city where they jack
Quick and hustle the best
Where they’ll snatch your birthday money
Off of your chest
And it’s a bum on every corner
A trick in every scene
A hustler on every block with
A fist full of green
Gotta add to your stash when
Them ones get lonely
Tryna get it how ya can
I ain’t mad at ya homie
Walking down, looking on the ground
Tryna find some
You can’t count how many people
Done died behind crumbs
Big bank take little bank and swallow it up
If you with the first hustle
Just follow it up, homie
99% of all hustles are illegal
Murder to the government
Power to the people yeah

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