Sadat X - Ka-Ching (feat. Hy Tymes) Lyrics
f/ Hy Tymes[Hook]I know ya *****es like mink and classy thingsHoldin' karats by ya ear with ya prepaid ringsGettin' called by a thug nigga flippin' them thingsTalkin' to ya how he want cause he think he a kingThis shit swing right next to his pocket, ka-chingTook ya in and out of town, show that ass some thingsWrap ya body up in glass, call ya Miss Bling BlingNow tell ya friends about that cause it don't mean a thingKa-ching ching[Verse 1]Yo on the real, yo the ho is a freakGave me head in the car, I mean right in the streetAnd if ya don't believe me then ask my niggas ya meetLive up on my block, sell ***** for freeIt don't smell, if it did I was high of the drinkIntoxication is a ***** if my dick could thinkHe'd probably tell me...slow downNew York is ho townClose ya pants nigga or ya might go down***** a hole through ya condom now ya ass got a childNow ya know that ain't cha' styleDon't wanna claim it, move away a hundred milesCalled for child support and that ass blew trialStressed out thinkin' what cha' gonna do nowGray tones growin' with a sharper tone than Al'sSaxophone nigga blowin' money by the notesStickin' us to get paid, I'm bustin' seeds in they throatYa gets no fur on ya coat if you ain't hustle this cokeJigga said it aint a thing, KA-CHING, it ain't a jokeIt'll make ya grab ya totes and be out and reloadAnd me, a business man, like to see my money growAnd mother***** a ho, I ain't trickin' no doughThey haters with vibrators, they don't wanna see me though[Hook][Verse 2]Lay out broads with the haze, lay out for two daysMight tease the adventureSee me freaked out with two chicks smashin' em' outLike a nigga had two dicksAnd the breeze done shook all the leaves off the treesLeads to homicide with the suit jacketWho want the keys in the tight packageI walkin' past the park with SparkThat's in the plain clothes harassin' the same niggasAnd smashin' the same hoesMy lil' son Sammie hold the weaselBehind the phone booth and the wall is the teasilWith em' up, we gon' live like ghetto stars, how we areWe gon' ***** with all the broads and drink shit out the barWe gon' snatch a ***** too, throw em' in back of the carMoney boss be a forceBlast a gun in exhaustI don't want it no more, who had they coat and they ring on the fourth floorYeah, let's get these broads and get the ***** outta here[Hook][Verse 3]I got ***** on my mindBut gotta keep it on the grindTrack the wrong *****, lusted for a life of crimeGotta sign, got the blindThat's why I ***** em' feed em'Duck em' leave em'Then act like I don't need em'Because I don't need em'They all lyin' so you can't believe em'*****in' scandalous and they so conceitedThey make a nigga heart stop breathin'She whorin' every time he snorin'***** a nigga where he sleepin'That's why Trey gon' change the game***** a *****, ***** a slut, ***** a whore be about cha' caineKa-ching and don't forget cha' changeSomething to spin when ya tipsyAnd ya tip over in the Range RoverRide it into October***** it, ya lived once plus the end is comin' closer[Hook][Various ad-libs to fade]
