Ha**aan Mackey and Kev Brown - Money Mike lyrics

[Intro:] Its Low Budget, rock rock on Its Young Mackey, rock rock on Harry, rock rock on [Verse 1:] Check it, Star of the ghetto we grew up around metal raisers My Uncle Mike bust a travel fox several flavours Used to pile up to be in with Jamaican neighbours Caressing the corners on Clifford Ave getting paper While you was broke chance somethin to smoke Strips of duct tape draped and we ripped on your coat Your baby momma stay stuffed a piss knife in her throat Til her eyes bulge out and she ready to choke Still be ready to stroke til she out for the count She know them low budget boys be rocking the house Disagreement with the kid get you boxed in the mouth Ha**aan Mackey is the sh** he be rocking it out It's as sick as it sounds bullet be rocking the browned out The bullet be down quick you get beat to the ground It's as sick as it sounds when i be rocking the browned out You'd have to get down quick or get beat to the ground [Verse 2:] How am suppose to follow that with a sixteen Saw when the rap man came with the guillotine Move forward full steam came with a tool ball loop To blow your wack beats to smithereens Fans from old head down to teens Rainy day music crack for the fiends Rolling in your [?] with your pocket on lean Waiting for the day we get the pockets on green Soon come stay tuned ready to clean House, guess who is holding the broom I make beats but they want me to rap Ma man told me to give it to y'all Go in and not stop [Verse 3:] Allow me to introduce you to the new dude Mack Hungrier than bruce bruce snacking on two scoops of fruit loops Bars of truth putting up with star as a new group I should be called couple of screws loose New and improved, competition feeling bluer than snoop The budget is low so we after that scrooge loo Please don't confuse us Between the two of us you coming up shorter than the special needs school bus Best believe, true enough these weaker MCs should uphold Try to get on my level you might bleed through your nose From the altitude my style is rude interrupt ya Then sit your a** down like a Usher Im all that with a bag of chips Cold cut sub with mustard Good luck bruh, you know you done f**ed up Take it as a warning, its the medicine take it in the morning You can either let us in or we storm in, n***a!