Cash, Money English translation
von Bizzy Montana feat. Chakuza

Cash, money, cars
Cash, money, cars
Cash, money, cars
Cash, money, cars


I'm sorry I'm not rich but I'm still a pro here
The greed for profit here makes them zombies with dead brains
So hollow in the head, chronic vacuum jerks
But the coal tears them into a black hole (Well, leave them alone)
I don't need to have a record in a store
To know, I'll have you all loaded like goods
The feigned parade existence, everything for chart success
Psychiatrist phrases I'd rather take drugs and go street gold (so what)
Rappers are uptight like kids in convent schools
I shit 50 cents a bunch in the shape of a lotus flower
I like to write verses while they're looking for big boogers
Fuck the money, you walk around in shoes that are too big
Shoes that are much too big for me, an apartment with a shower is enough
You've been on the hunt like grandpas for whores in Thailand
Sorry that my album doesn't go to one
I have 13g white that stand by me

Cash, money, cars, dope
Cash, money, cars, dope
Cash, money, cars, dope
You wear shoes that are too big, we go for a run
Cash, money, cars, dope
Cash, money, cars, dope
Cash, money, cars, dope


You count the hundred thousand in a dog bunch
I am a born poet, my fate is not chosen
It's always winter, I'm not frozen to death, fucker
The doors are open to me and I rap perfectly, more so
But I'm often drunk like Captain Jack Sparrow
Wanted, Destroyed Never say a word about charts again
No more tails and throw all my principles overboard
I haven't seen or heard anything and nothing with charts
Only your crack in the ass is thickly hairy, with a Hitler beard
Did I just say that?
More unsuccessful than all, make more coal am filled to the brim with grain and I babble
But no matter if some people think they look like a star to me
With almost 4000 sold, That's how much beer I drink a year, Yes
There are things that go wrong in this game
Tell the label boss to buy his soul somewhere else
I look awful and I don't know how to dance
There's nothing to get from me except dick man, as always

Cash, money, cars, dope
Cash, money, cars, dope
Cash, money, cars, dope
You wear shoes that are too big, we go for a run
Cash, money, cars, dope
Cash, money, cars, dope
Cash, money, cars, dope
You count the hundred thousand in a dog bunch

You all take yourselves way too seriously, I used to be in the charts too
And now? Not now, now too, now what,
It doesn't matter, I'm still doing it for the same reason
Music for the boys, mate - Highlife underground
I don't give a fuck about numbers or internet statistics
I certainly rap to build an image
It's all just for love and damn it's important to me
Because a record isn't worth anything if there's nothing behind it

Say, What are you imagining about your chart positions
Come here and show me what you can do with oral sex, pig
Yes, the same old thing about super hits and youtube clicks
Please put your Youtube clicks in your mumu, bitch
Underground is useful, don't keep thinking about the charts
With the dirt you sell, it's only ashamed anyway,
My Chava right you speak questions like: 'Failure is human'
Because your fans keep running away from you like Alice's rabbit

Cash, money, cars, dope
Cash, money, cars, dope
Cash, money, cars, dope
You wear shoes that are too big, we go for a run
Cash, money, cars, dope
Cash, money, cars, dope
Cash, money, cars, dope
You count the hundred thousand in a dog bunch