Money Cash Hoes - Remix

作曲：Cut Killer

Turn the lights even lower!

Hova

Memphis Bleek

Beanie Sigel (uh huh)

Roc-A-Fella y'all (yeah yeah)

(DMX) Jigga, my **, rhyme all night

To the top with my **

Pop with my **

Drive by in whips, rock rocks with my **

Break day on the hottest block with my **

Just cause I (DMX) love my ** (uh huh)

Chill with the crew (uh huh)

Real with the crew

Four million sold, look, still with the crew

Break bread with the fam

'Til I'm dead with the fam

Duck cops, shake feds with the fam

Flip them pies with my hustlers (uh huh)

Ride for my hustlers

Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlers

Roll with my dunns (uh huh)

Cold with the guns (uh huh)

If he slow with my ones hit the floor when I come

I ** with them hoes that ** with them clothes

That's real with them shoes, keep it real with their dudes

I'm sick with the flow and this is all I know

More money, more cash, more hoes **!

More money, more cash, more hoes (what)

More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)

More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)

More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)

Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek

No need to dress warm, I brought plenty of heat

Y'all can't do nothing with this here

For one, I pack three 9s like the year

Y'all funny money hustlers

7 gram hustlers

Type to bust a O down with ya man hustlers

I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4

While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough

Petty crime **

Petty time **

Sold petty ** came up with petty thugs

Now you got game in you

Wanna be a menace and you got Caine in you

I'll put them things in you

I'm a hot little **

I ain't gotta tell **

You came too deep, one fell **

I'm laying in the cut but still don't give a **

Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what

More money, more cash, more hoes (what)

More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)

More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)

More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)

Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y

North West South West Southside

Spit it for them ** and ** who stay fly

B-Mack, Roc-A-Fella 'til I die

Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week

Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats

The first time ** heard me spit it in the streets

I gave y'all "1000 Bars" with Memphis Bleek

Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat

6 hammers even though we only 3 deep

We clap up **

Smack up **

Duck tape, rope, and wrap up **

Think ** a joke, go head crack up **

Get treated like ** and get capped up **

The only thing funny

Is y'all never seen big face money

'Til them big face 20s

More money, more cash, more hoes (what)

More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)

More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)

More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)

More money, more cash, more hoes

More money, more cash, more hoes

More money, more cash, more hoes

More money, more cash