Money

Money

The Drums

W-wh-wha, what, wha-what what?
Beyotch
Mobster, turn that shit up
Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh UH
Sinister shit
Uh-huh uh-huh, what?
Jayo, Jayo smell me on this one
Jayo (Jayo)

I hope I don't ever have to go back to slangin'
But if I do that's what I do (that's what I do)
But if I do that's what I do (that's what I do)

Grindin' out of my Aunties, backyard that's the chronic
I been havin' more candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my locker, cause I'm fake ID havin'
Strikin' and drivin' on a suspended expired license comes in buy it
From the nigga with the best quality and the lowest prices
Spendin' that capital that the big homey advanced me
In front of me with the next nigga
I love money plus I'm labeled rough rider
Known for bringin' bitch ass niggas out of hidin'
Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
To sellin' sherm sticks, but if I do that's what I do
Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
To sellin' loop loop, but if I do that's what I do

I stabs a nigga, and cool-Aid came out
'Cause his heart pumps cool-Aid, so I mixed it with my thunder chicken
Barely livin, and smokin' headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my snub nosed back to use
I'm dangerous it gets crucial, cause I loves conflict
Fuck a headache I'm jackin' niggas for pounds of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky like sticky fingaz from the greenery
You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me, bitch
When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin' flight
It's gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin' the roof off this bitch tonight
As you fall like God, for tryin' to swipe my pie
Nigga die while your bitch give up the Beaumont

[Repeat: x4]
All my niggas havin' fancy dreams(fancy dreams)
Comin' up cause we all on a money scheme (a money scheme)

Crack the freight, nigga fuck the hype
Beyotch, you gotta pay me just to breathe on the mic
High, higher than a dust cloud
Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin' loud
Systematized, a triple striker, when I was born
My mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah cause I'ma ride
Sole survivor, hill sider, 1400 block Magazine Street
Narcotic bomb preparer heroin provider
I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin' niggas like the
Like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
I like to, like to, finger fuck bitches up in clubs
Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts!
Stuck, Gordon's Gin and Donald Duck
Nut, all on her spine and on her butt
Fuck, major clientele (major clientele)
Then I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo

Up the glass is shatterin', bitch it ain't matterin'
They scatterin', see me and forty start splatterin'
The cowards are heartless, so you burn like flames
Niggas that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games
Fuck a bitch, why? 'Cause skeezers don't please us
So I just go around sippin' fine wine like Jesus
And every time I bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote
Drinkin' Moesha Brandy, head spinnin' like hundred spokes

[Repeat: x4]
All my niggas havin' fancy dreams(fancy dreams)
Comin' up cause we all on a money scheme (a money scheme)

Still drinkin Krypton
Brothers is Snapple then I snap like a snapping turtle
Nigga, shittin on the world keeps my land fertile
I grow my own shit, Fruits, vegetables and tobacco
It's third down and forty nigga
You know you gon' get tackled
Get your land while you can home-man
Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran Duran
Killa nigga put honey on em, and feed em to my hogs
See I leave no evidence for the police dogs
Now off the low stroll we go so let's flow
Lil' bitch, we be sippin' 'cause the people said so
You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits
Get these chips even if it means lettin' these motherfuckers have it

Nigga got out of line, I had to ice him
Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap
Motherfucker got out of place, I had to chop him
Reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it out
Nickle plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood special
Designed strictly for staplin' and toe taggin'
Po-Po wrote me up a citation 'cause I was saggin' and draggin'
My be-ah-bitch, by her w-uh-weave
I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed, last doo-doo bootch
Who tried to hit me with a fryin' pan, my attitude wasn't carin'
Back slapped that hoe in front of her parents more ki's than a janitor
It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher
Smokin' on a roach, loitering in a McDonald's parkin' lot
Throwin up gang signs to ? as if he was some kind of first base coach
I louve I like my egg poached, hard over easy
In the drive through, hollerin' at her breezy

[Repeat: x4]
All my niggas havin' fancy dreams(fancy dreams)
Comin' up cause we all on a money scheme (a money scheme)

Written by PHARRELL L. WILLIAMS, CHRISTOPHER BRI BRIDGES
Published by SONGS MUSIC PUBLISHING

Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.

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