Insane Clown Posse - Whut Rydas Do For Money lyrics

Full Clip in this muthaf**a, whut!!! It's all about the money, dead presidents A ryda ain't sh** without his money Ya heard me, whut,,whut...bring it whut!!! It ain't just the paper chase no more It's a way of life, f** chasin' Put it in my pocket b**h, whut! Yea, money money money ya'll! Dollars, money, g's, chedda, green, bring it! bring it!" Once upon a time I was sittin' at a stop light Countin' my chedda, and shinnin' up the gat, right Gang tight, never caught slippin' Fools bullet dippin', straight set trippin' Hell naw, I ain't lettin' this sh** ride Got out, open the door and got aside Chillin' in the backseat pulled out the heat Heated to the dome, the car comin' with me what Matter of fact, f** all that Don't care what time of day or the place I'm at Just me and my peace restin' in the crease Between boxers and denim, and everything's co-cheese Cause I ceased, and open an opportunity Everytime a s**er gets caught sittin' next to me Pockets get lined, everythings lovely One way a ryda gets down fo his money, yeah What rydas do for money A ryda gets dirty and know they get greedy b**h run your pockets, I'll rob the whole city What rydas do for money A ryda pulls gats then jacks yo stacks b**h run your pockets, or get popped in the back Pockets are swole now but just not fat enough I'll do any kind of dirt for a few bucks There I go, I cased out the spot Where everything pops Ba** heads and drug rocks Farmers inside bakin all the cream cheese But f** that sh**, a ryda got needs 2 jacks and a 9 in the back Where those hoes at, I'll wipe them off the map Kicked in the door, b**h get on the floor Took them in the back room open the drawer Get on your f**in' knees, turn around You gettin' stuck f**, don't make a f**in' sound Vo-tec centers got emptied in his face Drawer got took, the house got kicked My pockets got lined, everything's lovely I love the way a ryda gets down for his money What rydas do for money A ryda gets dirty and know they get greedy b**h run your pockets, I'll rob the whole city What rydas do for money A ryda pulls gats then jacks yo stacks b**h run your pockets, or get popped in the back There's many different ways around to earn yo green You a ryda, you dunno, Yo it's a money thing Stackin' yo chips, makin paper Cause I'll make ya hand over that bank, yeah! Jackin' that sh** arouse in the rap game It won't make a damn difference, it's all the same This way or that way, it's goin in my pocket Can't nobody stop it, to me it's all profit Put your hand down what's yours is mine Make one wrong move get stabbed in the spine My pockets been lined and everythings lovely I told you I can die for my muthaf**in money b**h What rydas do for money A ryda gets dirty and know they get greedy b**h run your pockets, I'll rob the whole city What rydas do for money A ryda pulls gats then jacks yo stacks b**h run your pockets, or get popped in the back Repeats until song ends