Tableek - Monie$ lyrics

[Verse I: TABLEEK] I want the dollars the pesos the cedes the rupies Funds so I can clone my nuts for all the groupies Cash i can burn on car lots of hoopties Rear view celly for geniuses who pursue me I build wit em till they chatter boxxx Shadow boxin scared of they own shadow I rock cheddar locked in A free mind state, clock my weight I come back weigh double no sk**s no debate Left and right from the center Since the placenta Pimped them presidents like i had a vendetta They offered a weigh in but that didn't fit a (n***a) They send in goons an little k**ers No matter though Beatle bailey, beggin for a funeral Im buckin down with mad fists of fury yo! Wall street journal peep BLEEK in the centerfold Piff an a bird the boss man "Yo that n***a cold" Got mo, gidde gidde up gon get it I'm puttin in work, that dough their we gon split it I try to be non-stingy i dont rock fendi Back in the day wanted a box thats benzi So i could rock that tape i made last wednesday Im thinkin at levels to keep the dough streak in me Peace to flip and all the flippers thats wit me Whether its guiness or a side show called ripley Run the shekels, dinars, yen, plus euros Shillings i can slide like a black superhero Coppin sky scrappers want the paper with zeros Getting to the mountain top on big pillows Pressed in, north of what trump would make In his lifetime my potential so great Got a rusty mcnugget, flip turn to gold Sothebys auction in 5 mintues that's sold Whiteys be shocked they like that man so bold You keep the checks i want the money that fold Dead the credit, your train of thought getting old Get off the sedatives got your brain on hold Cough up the dough, rubles, pounds for my troubles Keep it on the low don't put sam in bubble Or irs to put stress on my bundles Im tryin to pc in triples, not doubles The monies