I think much like another song “Anti-Matter” (that's also on the same album as this song), this one is also is inspired by a horrifying van crash the band experienced on Nov 3, 2022. This, much like the other track, sounds like it's an extension what they shared while huddled in the wreckage, as they helped frontman Garrett Russell stem the bleeding from his head wound while he was under the temporary effects of a concussion. The track speaks of where the mind goes at the most desperate & desolate of times, when it just about slips away to all but disconnect itself, and the aftermath.
Turn the lights all the way
Turn the lights all the way down
What, yeah
Come on
Big flow
Come on yeah come on
Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick
Fuck all y'all haters blow dick
I spits the game for those that throw bricks
Money cash hoes money cash chicks what
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of crime
And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests
How can I not flirt with death
That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us
We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us
Fuck it
Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz
Y'all cant floss on my level
I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture
If you get close enough you can read the scripture
It reads money cash hoes how real was that nigga what
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (come on!)
Money cash hoes (what!) hoes (what!) hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (come on!)
Money cash hoes (what!) hoes (what!) hoes (what!)
Flavors robust platinum and gold touch
Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up
Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella forever CEO what what
Us the villains, fuck your feelings
While y'all player hate we in the upper millions
Whats the dealings (huh) its like New York's been soft
Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings
I'm tryin to restore the feelings fuck the law keep dealing
More money more cash more chilling
I know they gone criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song
Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world
Shit I led a life you can write a book on
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
Man and I tell ya it'll be the best seller
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (come on!)
Money cash hoes (what!) hoes (what!) hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (come on!)
Money cash hoes (what!) hoes (what!) hoes (what!)
D-M-X and my dogs bite
Jigga my nigga rhyme all night
Thugs for life one night with this rap shit
Let em go and I bet they know what'll happen
When we clap shit
Acting like we owe em something
Then we show em something
Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something
Fucking wit a madman in a bad mood
Its like fucking wit a mad dog that wasn't fed food
And the only thing that's stopping him is you
Cause the only thing that he'll be dropping is you
Topic include, chopping in two
Drop it to Clue and the response from the street
This was one dog that loves raw meat
But getting back to just cause I, love my niggas
I shed blood, for my niggas
Let a nigga holler where my niggas
All I'ma hear is right here my nigga
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (come on!)
Money cash hoes (what!) hoes (what!) hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (come on!)
Money cash hoes (what!) hoes (what!) hoes (what!)
Roc-A-Fella shi
Ruff Ryders
My nigga Swizz
Dont stop biatch
yeah
Inspect the game yo
Turn the lights all the way down
What, yeah
Come on
Big flow
Come on yeah come on
Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick
Fuck all y'all haters blow dick
I spits the game for those that throw bricks
Money cash hoes money cash chicks what
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of crime
And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests
How can I not flirt with death
That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us
We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us
Fuck it
Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz
Y'all cant floss on my level
I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture
If you get close enough you can read the scripture
It reads money cash hoes how real was that nigga what
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (come on!)
Money cash hoes (what!) hoes (what!) hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (come on!)
Money cash hoes (what!) hoes (what!) hoes (what!)
Flavors robust platinum and gold touch
Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up
Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella forever CEO what what
Us the villains, fuck your feelings
While y'all player hate we in the upper millions
Whats the dealings (huh) its like New York's been soft
Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings
I'm tryin to restore the feelings fuck the law keep dealing
More money more cash more chilling
I know they gone criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song
Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world
Shit I led a life you can write a book on
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
Man and I tell ya it'll be the best seller
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (come on!)
Money cash hoes (what!) hoes (what!) hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (come on!)
Money cash hoes (what!) hoes (what!) hoes (what!)
D-M-X and my dogs bite
Jigga my nigga rhyme all night
Thugs for life one night with this rap shit
Let em go and I bet they know what'll happen
When we clap shit
Acting like we owe em something
Then we show em something
Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something
Fucking wit a madman in a bad mood
Its like fucking wit a mad dog that wasn't fed food
And the only thing that's stopping him is you
Cause the only thing that he'll be dropping is you
Topic include, chopping in two
Drop it to Clue and the response from the street
This was one dog that loves raw meat
But getting back to just cause I, love my niggas
I shed blood, for my niggas
Let a nigga holler where my niggas
All I'ma hear is right here my nigga
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (come on!)
Money cash hoes (what!) hoes (what!) hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (what!)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (come on!)
Money cash hoes (what!) hoes (what!) hoes (what!)
Roc-A-Fella shi
Ruff Ryders
My nigga Swizz
Dont stop biatch
yeah
Inspect the game yo
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Money, Cash, Hoes Lyrics as written by Earl Simmons Kasseem Dean
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