Ca$his - Money Train + Lyrics

Lyrics:

And what you thought it would be, was it?
And what you thought it would be, was it?
And what you thought it would be, was it?
And what you thought it would be, was it?
You thought you had a money train, but it aint happening here (it aint happening here)
You thought you had a money train, but it aint happening here (it aint happening here)

Every day gets another problem,
I got ones from yesterday and I dont get to solve em,
I sip gin till my eyes spin like revolvers,
And speak sin, only me acting like its all of us against them
And hell Timbaland Em prints,
You get this?
Admit it Im one of the sickest to flip this
Double methal pherific,
Morfien fitlow, wanne tubble my tiscket,
Ca$his a miss vick,
Go back to my last sentences, see a man sucking my dick, bitch!
Im scargent, baby get pregnant from me, having abortions,
Cus if you bet yeh money on my love, all your chips lost in,
Im off in,
An oldscool Lincoln (lincoln) clean as a coffin (coffin)
With a new chick, on my D, cant get off it,
Seems like, this aint what you tought is was,
You know a gangsta aint fallin in love, neva

Windows, into the soul of a hustler,
Wind blow inrolls nothing but the troublesome,
Indo hydro eyes close I know,
You dont want me driving but, I aint even high folk!

Windows, into the soul of a hustler,
Wind blow inrolls nothing but the troublesome,
Indo hydro eyes close I know,
You dont want me driving but, I aint even high folk!

Had the weal still, steal tucked on my lab,
You shook like steal when Bishop pulled out that strap,
Shady aint playin Im coming for yall way,
And face you face to face with your make up Satan,
While Im doing shows, hit your make up for cake and,
Take a trip to the Bay for, real money making,
Cornerboys, you aint gonna make it off that block,
Them cops the swat the ATFs and what not,
DA and lee way is not in your favor,
Now your new homes a box, whos your neighbor,
Punk heres Sally, you better hope this your rally,
Cus when the car gotta ride all better be ready,
Homie, when the chips get looow,
And the body come around, who you go run to, I dont knooww, but,
I figured it out and got low (got low),
Cus the pen aint a place I wane go to, FUCK NO

Windows, into the soul of a hustler,
Wind blow inrolls nothing but the troublesome,
Indo hydro eyes close I know,
You dont want me driving but, I aint even high folk!

Windows, into the soul of a hustler,
Wind blow inrolls nothing but the troublesome,
Indo hydro eyes close I know,
You dont want me driving but, I aint even high folk!

Ahahaha, and this go out to all them niggas yall know I mean if you be hoppin in my mofucking ride like, let me take the weal man! Man shut your bitch ass up nigger or walk where the fuck you going. Kick rocksing with a nigga thats ridin like he on some, hahahah yeah, I aint having no more kids yall, hahaha, shady records

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[Zabivelli]

mmmm...cashis didt mpressed me G with his songs and lyrics...nigga is not hard as he is spittin bullshhhh

[24Pacs]

cashis iz tha realist fuck all