Cash Rules Letra

Holla at me, you ain't gotta scream back out loud
The rose bottle, role model, blow hustler, gun buster
16 crusher, your flow need brush-up
I'm here to help you (why) my flow is Bellevue
Pound all the way down to dimes I can sell you
Even a line of wet, diamonds around your neck
I snatch that, that's why, I'm a maniac I
Run this crack rap strapped macs in a baby backpack
Strip before I let this bitch get spit
Quick I gotta smash them with the Passion of Gibson
I make bitches listen, learn the lyrics and lip sync
Money by the minute you diminish when I spit it
Somebody's gettin admitted in hospitals when I'm finished
[glass breaks]