I'm talking cash, nigga   Gripping grain, swaging lanes   We talking cash, nigga   Candy paint on all them Range      We talking cash, nigga   Don't try to stop my shine   We talking cash, nigga   'Cause I tussle on the mind      I'm talking cash, nigga   I'm talking cash, nigga   I'm talking cash, nigga   I'm talking cash, nigga      It's Big Moe I stepped up in the door   Out the South side bitch I'm far from a hoe   I ain't even scared and you know I'm down to wreck it   I'ma hit the bed Moe-Yo gone get naked      Got to strap my glock, got to strap my ding-a-ling   Out the South side, Moe-Yo gone sing sing   I'ma swing swing, crawl down slow   It's that Big Moe and you know I'm no hoe      I'ma knock down that hoe Toni Braxton   It's Moe-Yo come down there hating hoes I'm taxing   Slacking sleeping off, you can't be talking about my click   You know it's Wreck shop, hating hoes be on dick      It's that boy Moe, I'm out the South side   I done came down, Moe-Yo I'm gone chop   Ain't gone stop to the T O P   I creep I'm putting it down from the M O to the E      My nigga Noke Deezy, all about his cheezy   It's the Moe-Yo claim pussy got to be greasy   Got to keep it wet, on the mic I be's a vet   I'm coming down five thousand gotta get my check      If you want me to be on your song or sing a damn hook   It gotta be five grand bitch I'm coming down cool   With my nigga what Blue U   Out the South side, M-O-E a damn fool      With my partner D-Reck, hoes they been checked   It's that Wreck shop, earning paper and our respect   And my brother K-Luv, my nigga Big Toon   Knocking down soon, Moe-Yo gotta get a room      At the end of the fucking night, I'm gone be fucking   It's that Moe coming down, I do the gangsta strutting   My nigga King One, let's have fun   My partners Keke, Weets, the Lil Red coming down on hard      My nigga High G, you know he's down with me   M-O to the E, from the 1, 2, 3   The Wreck shop tree, that's where I be from   Partner Silly Yo coming down on fucking hard      I'm talking cash, nigga   Gripping grain, swaging lanes   We talking cash, nigga   Candy paint on all them Range      We talking cash, nigga   Don't try to stop my shine   We talking cash, nigga   'Cause I tussle on the mind      Since I was 17, I've been sipping on sip   Bitch niggas come through empty out the clip   I love old school cars, with candy ass paint   Your other niggas pussies cause them other niggas fake      You hollin' you a killa but I know you ain't no killa   I see you in the street bitch I'm a trill ass nigga   And now since the eighties, putting niggas down   Letting motherfuckers hear all that bass around      I ride an Impala, don't pop my collar   Coming through the record company, want all my dollas   You ain't got my paper bitch, you don't get no dick   And I ain't put my dick in the uh you wrecked      'Cause tramp hoes be talking, on the pilla walking   Out the street get them hoes, telling em bout all your clothes   And your car sitting on gold, and how much you get at shows   You shouldn't trust that bitch, that bitch will get you hit      I see it all the time, bitches get knocked on the grind   Keep it ten with that wife, coming back in the middle of the night   Say bitch you need to stop, you need to sell some cock   You need to get off them rocks and get on private yachts      I'm talking bout they cousin, coming through bitches buzzing   Drinking on Hennessey, bitch you don't know Pimp C   You late on the slab, coming through whipping ass   I whip it up in the lab and put it out like it's dark around      I'm talking cash, nigga   Gripping grain, swaging lanes   We talking cash, nigga   Candy paint on all them Range      We talking cash, nigga   Don't try to stop my shine   We talking cash, nigga   'Cause I tussle on the mind