Money Makin Nique - Patrick Ewing lyrics

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Money Makin Nique - Patrick Ewing lyrics

[Intro: Chopped n' Screwed] Say i don't dance x7 [Hook: Trinidad James] Say i don't dance, this all I do I don't dance, this all I do I don't dance, this all I do I don't dance this all I do, this all I do x9 [Verse 1] Box Chevy b**hes, and some Magnims Countin show money like trap money, that's why I'm ashy Take you back to high school before I started trappin [?] with the creases, Polo on my khakis I got hoes in Riverdam, I got hoes in [?] I got hoes in Texas n***a, I got hoes in Vegas I don't give a f**, if these n***as like me That's how my momma made me, punch a n***a call me [?] [Hook] [Verse 2] Let me tell you bout these n***as mane (What's that?) Put you on game If he say that he the realest, then he probably fibbin mane Let me tell you bout these b**hes mane (What's up?) They all the same You can walk round with that cape But ain't no saving Lois Lane Look, she play all them games ain't got no rings She Patrick Ewing If you ain't gettin money, n***a what the hell you doing? (He broke) All them sob stories, boy I tried to sympathize But I only see ya b**h inside ya mothaf**in eyes This that Southside sh** All my cousins locked up I don't even know them n***as I don't even give a f** This that Forte f**in Bowie give a damn if you don't like me They gonna have to lock a n***a up and put me up in Rice St f** em [Hook] [Verse 3] First off, you are not a boss You don't take from the top when it's cake on the block Put your face on the co*k You date her relax, she just take what you got How you play 'em, you might as well be raping the twat Put our West no, take that wack off cause you f**ed up First and last n***a with these n***as Damn they 1-0-1 All I'm with is 101 Penis got her hood like bae Lightskinned [?] shaded at the mouth This mothaf**a look like Drake Nah n***a on shade [?] Illest davidians in my domain Upper cla** b**hes that sniff c**aine My j**els without flaw My b**h without flaw My n***as without flaw I'm on, ain't off And if can't fight all of ya, I'm calling on the crew And n***a I don't dance Hand-to-hand is all I do b**h