Tech N9ne - Money lyrics

[Interlude 1] Much love to all the DJs who showed us love on Absolute Power, man Well here comes Tecca N9na Imma tell, and I'm a playa Hey Rob, turn me up, man, so I can get this poppin' in and out, man! [Verse 1] I started small time rap game, that's pain IcyRoc school of rap, I'm never wack, mane Had no j**elry, I was broke, but I was rhyming hard So now you see me and I swerve with bodyguards Quick hasty, player haters, they face be Wop-bobba-loo-bop-popped, we off safety Cops know we do got knots, we lock pastries Shock on a new hot knock, Rick Rock made me Squat in a new drop-top, they got shaky Pa'tners and crew got hot, you shop Macy's Cops know that you got spots and got babies Shots poppin', your ma's loft is not tasty Plots on the new block, hops, you can't race me Top scholar who got props, I got [?] Stop talkin', you not hot, do not wake me If you got doo-wops, that does not make me money [Interlude 2] Hahaha, that's beautiful! Another Rick Rocker If you want it, you gotta go get it Midwest, dirty south, east and west coast, feel this, man, this history in the making Come on [Verse 2] Park it, so much power, you can't stop this Watch list, that's why I stopped jumpin' in mosh pits Jock this, fella who sell a lotta, that's awk-wihd Hotness, toxic, homie, how can you not get profits? So much fetti, baby, the cops get obnoxious Seeing my merchandise come in boxes They hopped this status cuz me and Travis are bosses Frostbit, the ritz, glitz, lights, it cost it Watch, when I drop this, everybody gon' cop this Overseas creeds of many vanilla and chocolates Gimme pennies and twenties, skinny minis and oxes Big women can get it, admit you hit it for knocks, trip If you got spit, know that you can get relish But if you sell it, just be ready when the spot hit All the beef we got, we ain't squashed it Cause they know we permanent currency and we got this (money!) [Interlude 3] Yeah I'mma dedicate this last verse To the late, great Mac Dre, man We're gonna keep that thizzle dance cracking for you, baby! And sideshow every chance we get! Rest in peace, regime life 'til I die! [Verse 3] Furied in Missouri; outside it, nobody knew me Having no broccoli wasn't groovy So I had to move to L-(scratch)-A You got to sell away So you can get the bills to pay Cause everybody fails to pay When you're not a Rapper who got a lotta Money or women who steady in them Guccis and Pradas You just a lowlife maggot gettin' money from Mama And when you broke, all you gettin' is drama The world's piranhas if you a big fish Because they nibble and nibble until you die Buggin' you 'til you buy That's why we be stressin', poppin', puffin' until we high Hysterical cause miracles need wings to fly My God! You can put this off in your iPod After you cop it, cause droppin' rockin's is my job Look at my wallet, you got it? I keep a nice wad Gettin' b**hes and dissin' b**hes like Ty Cobb [Interlude 4] This is Everready: The Religion Strange Music, 2005 Tech N9ne, baby Feel it