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I Got Cash Lyrics

Album Name : Make Them Like It
Release Date : 2000-04-11
Song Duration : 4:50

Brooklyn Funk Essentials I Got Cash


I got cash in f..ck you quantities
Know what?
That makes you uncomfortable?
F..ck you and the Range Rover you drove in on

F..ck your Saab convertable
And f..ck your twice weekly trips to the analyst
Stupid mutha f..ck

F..ck the Hamptons
The fly infested south of France
I'm paid asshole,
I got more cash than God can count
so why don't you just.... die?

Choke to death on your damn designer bagel from
Balducci's
Low cholesterol, naturally

F..ck your big ol' Sunday New York Times
F..ck the Wall Street Journal
And News Week
And the lot
Including Nation, Village Voice, Guardian and the rest
Stupid set of priviliged mutha f..ckers
Think its fashionable to have an alternative view

An alternative view

And f..ck, if you can
Your pencil thin, Evian drinking, calorie counting,
caffiene limiting, sodium spearing, nutrasweet
sweetening, read view mirror preening, carrot nibbling
bunny

Go drown in a lake of Diet Coke, f..cker

I got cash, what else matters?

I got cash

Slave

F..ck your fencing and screw your squash,
Piss on your Paulo and your Pavarotti,
F..ck all that shit you call music and pretend to enjoy

I got cash,
Mega cash,
I'm happy with that,
Oh go and sit on your ski rug,
Money talks you little pussy,

You let your politically correct pals know,
That i think you're a dick also,
You dirty asshole

And your idea of multiculturalism
Japanese resturant on Monday,
Indian on tuesday,
And on Wednesday, Caribbean,
Not to spicy please

Well
I got stash on stash and it ain't novo cash.
Moneys in my family for generations,
My great great great grandfather made the bag,
Selling European slaves in Africa

I got cash mutha f..ckah,
And you can't tell whether or not I'm joking, can you?
Dumb f..ck.



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