Cash - Slowed-Big Pokey/H.A.W.K./Lyrical 187

Cash - Slowed (Feat. H.A.W.K. & Lyrical 187) - Big Pokey (*talking*) Yeah (yeah), H-A-dub-K (H-A-dub-K) The Hardest Pit in the Litter, they been waiting on this here Broke niggaz, get somewhere, cash rules Everything around us, understand me, what [Big Pokey] Cash rules everything around me, I'm a grimy ni**a Patience is a virtue, I call it timing ni**a I get 4 G's around me, 14 for criming On the phone my d**e is ice, I'm 14 and diming I'm on ladder stairs climbing, fatigue ain't nothing but army clothes I know my win right, I gotta keep grinding As long as my figgas is climbing, I'm bout my pay-day I get mine wrapped, either the yay-way or the AK-way dog I'm a hood ni**a, I'm getting it how I live and Pay my ties, so I get it back how I give Now they wanna hound me, majors wanna sign me Niggaz say they love me, but I think they wanna down me Y'all know where to find me, swimming in money Cinnamon honey 600's, linen and honeys I got mo' raps than mummies, I'm trying to get a car bar I got mines for sale, who wanna bar raw [Hook - 2x] Cash rules everything around me Deep in the slums of the South, is where you'll find me Use to try to clown me, didn't hang around me Now that I'm rich, all these hoes wanna hound me [H.A.W.K.] Cash rule everything, from lump sums to petty change From who-do's with bang, to big rims on a Range I'm true to this game, like Michael Jordan is the hangs I will do anything, to satisfy my hunger pain Now way back in the game, nobody gave H.A.W.K. props Rolled around in drop tops, and pass me up at the bus stop Now thanks to hip-hop, I'm in a drop top playing hop scotch I hit a switch and the trunk pops, and bleed y'all day block For Fat Pat I won't stop, until the world body rocks And retail shops and mom and pop's, all H.A.W.K. is sold out For all those who had doubts, look how I turned out On Yokohamas I burn out, know what I'm tal'n bout Getting cash is in me, I'm trying to get that Bentley I want quarters nickels dimes, and I'll even take pennies Now they green with envy, and I want 'em all to know Money over everything, even that busted hoe [Hook - 2x] [Lyrical 187] Strapped with heat, to knock the dragon off his feet Take his iron, burn my name up in the streets 90 days 3-65, the grind don't never stop Niggaz still out here hustling, niggaz still bleed the block Can't quit we stay paid, kids gotta eat daily Circle through big figgas, skeet me up the highways Y'all said I'd never make it, I stay put it on your grave Till I die I'm making feddy, trying to fill up a plate With a home on the range, in the hills of Spain Naked hoes rolling doja, while I'm holding a range Never change, I remain to stay ready for whatever Got a brand on my chest, that's gon be with me forever Get paid, that's how I was brought up Never knew how to do nothing else, so I guess I'm just stuck In the slums in the Dirty South, trying to be a ghetto superstar Want the big macs and Bentley cars, still in the hood Still put it down, still don't bar [Hook - 2x]