Traduction: Ray Cash. Je suis Gettin.
! Tell these haters I'm gettin.... [Ray Cash:] I'm gettin that dough, I make a hater wanna hate for sho Cuz I'm here doing shows, gettin dough Quarter
Yorkers Cause I love 'em all In and out of the mall In and out of some cars, that I, just barely bought What, ever it be Cash or currency Mami can take
for I ain't sold one fuckin record I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga I ain't no threat I can't rap I'm from Compton remember
bull shittin Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub I'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no fuckin slob I'm the cradle thats able ta rock any format But still I'm
headbang, I gotta hip-hop Cause I'm a stick with what got me paid Lickin' that coochie with the high-top fade I'm self-made like Henry Ford I'm on this
I got a problem with the law-writers, I kick some more items just to explore horizons, the palm lady dreamt of this day so I'ma play, the crib close smokin
I'm switching lanes, feel that beat off in my trunk. I'm smokin' Mary Wayne, I speed off to the hood & we gone roll about 10 blunts 'fore I'm ready. I'm
Big dog I don't bark I buck Tell dem bitches I don't talk I fuck Tell dem niggas I don't walk I run dis shit I come to punish shit N I bet dey won't be
95, now I'm on 95 South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified And when I ride, I'm with
over Faggot nigga, hopped in a Liberty, fake Range Rover I'm on his tail like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40 Broad day, I'm trying to dodge a cover
gang of New Yorkers Cause I love 'em all In and out of the mall In and out of some cars, that I, just barely bought What, ever it be Cash or currency
the project this lyrical logic, I dilute The weak can object the right composite We're plottin' all murderous schemes It seems, I'm ghostly called by
at last But now I'm gettin' covered in dirt and grass, kick it The madder I get, the higher the debt The deeper you get, the thicker the sweat 'Cause I'm
She been lookin' at me, I think she wanna hit But I'ma holla back because I'm on another bitch I'm on some other shit, I got a phone call From the mothafuckin
muthafuckas like I was john randall I blows out your spot like a candle I fucks you up muthafucka like I was rambo [ verse 2 ] Easy as it comes I can
I'm on Blue nickel, new pistol performs in the physical form Black leather doo-rag, two Mags with speed loaders I'm a weed smoker, my cylinder spins, chillin ya mens I