Get My Cash On (clean mix): accordi di 
Ice‐t 
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Key: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
Uh, yeah, Ice -T,
Players on the Hill,
Fort Knox baby,
Straight Lace Hustlers in the house,
Eaug
Am
East and West,
Shaheen's in the house,
Shaolin yeah,
Real Players Unite,
Raw Breeze in the house,
It's going down, Check it,
Pop the Remy kick back
and let the player represent
Then I floss through Boss
Game and take aim
Suck a wannabe, nigga,
please you agree
I bend holes on the down low,
banks obscene
Wanna chill with this, bet
you wish you could
Suck game out my ass like sponges,
I run this
You can't sleep with my Cee -Lo,
the nigga born to be low
When I'm on the East,
I play Cee -Lo, cash flow
A one -track mind, serial hustler
Quick to break or bust a snitch, I dust ya
Barely ballin' faster, no hustlin' faster
Game maker,
I knock a white girl and break her
You can't see me,
motherf***er,
your focus is off
You can't feed me,
motherf***er,
you're broke and you're soft
Man, you keep tryin' to perp
my lifestyle romancin'
I was kickin' game and y 'all
kids was breakdancin'
Overlords, so why you actin'
like you dead?
Probably because my aim is hopin'
I can Ted's East coast, west coast,
I play the whole map and bounce
You got a Benz but livin'
your mom's down
I'm just tryin' to
Tryin' to get my cash on
Tryin' to get the money
on the static, baby
Just tryin' to get paid
Tryna get my cash,
so I'm tryna get the real money
Just keep it movin' baby,
just keep it movin' baby
Tryna get my cash,
so I'm tryna get the real money
I'm on the static here,
just tryna get paid, feel me
E
Am
Tryna get my cash,
so I'm tryna get the real money
I kick back and bum the rap tapes late
Turn out the lights,
make your shit bright, yeah
I kicked back in the leather,
get my thoughts together
Listen to the MCs kick the clever
Ill type flows and complicated
vocal patterns
Meticulous verbal assaults
and topic matter
It sends chills through my bones,
when I hear an MC rip a microphone,
I gotta rap Jones
But when you start to get game,
you're my rank cousin
You thought I'd let you slide by,
real players knew I wasn't
Gonna let you look into a magazine
and drain the name of a thousand
damn designers
You ain't never motherfuckin' seen
One day, yes one day,
you might forget it
But when I see you on the streets,
kid, you look pathetic
I'm askin' street game
when I was younger
Old Hustler said I got that
true pimp hunger
That's why I got the mad
street clout
And when you see me on the street,
I will be butters, no doubt
E
Yeah, yeah,
Am
know what I'm doin' though
Tryna get my cash,
so I'm tryna keep the move
E
Don't want no feed, baby,
Am
stack it up, just tryna get mine
Tryna get my cash,
so I'm tryna keep the move
Keep it movin', baby,
keep it movin', yeah, yeah
Tryna get my cash,
so I'm tryna keep the move
You know what I do
out there in the streets, yeah, yeah
E
Tryna get my cash,
Am
G#
so I'm keep the move
Am
There's only one thing worse
than a player hater,
that's a player faker
Ain't ever been through nothin',
you're frontin'
Dear God, I can't imagine what
it's like to rap about a lifestyle
that you ain't never lived
in f***in' life Versace!
But you barely got a f***in'
belt Las Vegas!
And you ain't never rolled
a f***in' felt
N****s know the ice is clean
as treasury plates
Whether mashin' NSX
or lickin' hot Bo Gates
My reputation's like bulletproof
Known to mash by in the limo
with the hookahs hangin' out the roof
My game's to blueprint your work off, kid
What you prayin' that you do,
yo, I done already did
Never claimed to be the greatest rapper,
and I don't give a f***
Only claim to be a hustler,
know how to check a buck
You wake up one day and realize
E
Just because your skills can fade me,
Am
your bills may not be paid, G
Come back down to reality
You're broke as f***,
I know your player hatin' me
G#
And all I'm tryin' to do is
Am
E
Tryna get my cash on,
Am
tryna keep the movin'
So what's the problem, man?
Keep it movin', baby
E
Tryna get my cash on,
Am
tryna keep the movin'
Tryna get my cash on, just like you
E
Tryn a get my cash on,
Am
tryna keep the movin'
I'm a hustler for life, on the hill
E
Am
Tryna get my cash so I'm tryna
G#
Am
E
keep the mood
Am
E
Tryna get my cash so I'm tryna
Am
E
Am
keep the mood
E
Tryna get my cash so I'm tryna
keep the mood
E
Am
Am
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