Letras:
Cash Cash Dynamite

dance chorus light me up like dynamite, don't need hit when i'm with you fall into my bed, don't fight a little love to get you through light me up like dynamite

whole rap shit, Come On! You can see the way I make em act sick from down bottom The way I got em gimme my cash quick, Come On! Rock on, you better

all baseball'd down, brotha Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors {Busta Rhymes} MONEY! Drop dead on the floor Nigga, pass the keys to the door Pass me all the cash

snatcher If you see him coming, you better start running Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming. [PACE1] Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash

the nigga with them two 9's ready to blast When i pull em out ya muthafuckas betta haul ass Paul thowin' chairs in tha air Koopsta locin' up Fly takin' cash

[Intro: Tweet] Ooh Ooh Ooh Shook up, Shook up, Shook Up Ooh Ooh Listen, it's something like dynamite Oow! [Verse 1: Tweet] This morning (I Cried) Had

all night you dig it Camp-ah hotta pinata, too big quiver get hipper Spillin' coffee inside my automo' aldo Crackin' satin' and leather, what's happenin' bullet convincer? Cash

mac out a box of snow cones Yeah, ya little fucks Gimme ya fuckin' money [Incomprehensible] Uhuh, check it I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on Playing with a dynamite

Tell 'em what we do in here, dangerous Get some drums from a break and then break yo ass You want beats from the crew? We'll take yo cash Five G's for