Cash Money YG (Ft. Krayzie Bone)

[Verse 1: YG]
I go hard, no limit on my card
Digested in your solar system, you hangin' with some stars
Dick all in her jaws, the stash worth pack at
I mix tequila with the yak, I'm so abstract
Aw shit, I just had a flash back
Of me runnin' in your shit like "where the cash at?"
But now I'm a lab rat
I'm 'bout to focus on droppin' back to back
All classes bitch, Cadillac

[Hook: Krayzie Bone]
It ain't no conversation
If the main lane ways don't translate
Money, I'm talkin' cash money, money
Them crispy hundred dollar bills
It ain't no conversation
If the main lane ways don't translate
Money, I'm talkin' cash money, money
Them crispy hundred dollar bills

[Verse 2: YG]
She be on that bullshit, I be on that bullshit
She jump man dick to dick, really on that bullshit
She pass that pussy like she Scottie Pippen
Shots for the team, cause the streets ain't safe like Dennis Rodman, nigga
Had a mirage back to back, billy coupe, I'm coppin' that
Rolex with red faces, they like where you cop that at?
I told 'em how I fucked this bitches, I told 'em how she sucked my dick
Now they wanna go and hit, man, these niggas copycat