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letra de m.o.e. (remix) - ca$h out

[chorus: ca$h out]
and it’s m.o.e. baby
money over everything and that’s what it be baby, ha!
and they ain’t flier than me baby, ha!
and i’m getting money pay me baby, yeah!
and my rims real big
and my house is real big
and my money’s real long, ha!
and it’s m.o.e. baby
money over everything and that’s what it be baby

[verse 1: ca$h out]
and i’m flyer than a pelican
and i’m fresher than i ever been
and i’m higher than i ever been
and i ain’t motherf-cking stuttering
i ain’t like these other n-ggas
i really sold that b-tter man
and boy you still gotta get touched up
and it’s f-ck your family feelings, i’m like tough luck
and i ain’t never light, no little money like megabucks
and i ain’t with no simple girl, i like mega sl-ts
i’m coming at n-ggas, like they owe me
i hear ‘em talking real gangster, i’m like show me
24 all in your chest, they call him kobe
but i don’t really wanna get back to the old me

[verse 2: trinidad jame$]
i can’t wait to do a song with boosie, straight outta jail
and them n-ggas hatin’ on me ’cause i’m giving ’em h-ll
and them b-tches lovin’ on me since i’m dressin’ so well
i remember coming up i had to hussle for real
many houses up that line i had whatever for sale
what i couldn’t afford i made a promise n-gga would self
i’ma grind it, run it up and have my mama turnt up
real n-gga? yes sir
fake n-gga? hate ya
so you can keep running your mouth n-gga (haha)
and i’ma keep making these songs n-gga
your b-tch gon’ sing along n-gga
you want that power, that respect
it’s money over everything b-tch

[verse 3: ca$h out]
and my team, i won’t trade for nothing
man i was on the block, grinding hard like i was a slave or something
man i’m trying to get my crop up
they slow don’t run the stock up
now they pay me for pop ups n-gga
but don’t make me pop up
‘cause bodies they won’t pop up
n-ggas they get mopped up
and we don’t call him hitman, we call him cleaners
watch these n-ggas -ss up then put ‘em in the cleaners
nas missing picture sayin’ “have you seen him?”
jury blinded all these b-tches they like “we can’t see ‘em”
and i know these n-ggas hatin but they wanna be ‘em
and i swear i play with weight like i was in the gym

- cah out

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