Chapter 13 (Rich Man vs. Poor Man)

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Let's talk about money
 Get money
 Common Sense want the money
 Let's talk about money
 I be the one they call Peavey
 I'm Poe as Edgar Allen
 But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin
 You got a design masterwind Not Never The Less
 Fresh like L addresss yes the LS's here
 I appear on piers with my peers
 The Imperial like margerin, I'm butter
 Yes like Bel-Air
 Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time
 It's time for some perculator
 I circulate around the block
 Black to get me a six pack a half of Harrow's chicken
 A good combination, when I get bubbly I do it in moderation
 1 brew, 1 brew, I said 1 brew at a time
 Well I'm a two timer of women that'll 3 times a lady
 Ms. Haiti say Sade and my Ms.Golper say
 "Yo whoop there it is" call me E cause I equal MC's squared
 In the bed marks know I got the key to get the girls
 Noses open like the vapors, more pub than the papers
 More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid
 Yo, I didn't grow grow up po po but once you get grown and out on your
 Own
 Bills upon bills upon bills is what you have
 Before you get your check then you already spend half
 See I make money, money doesn't make me
 I'm a reflection of my section and section 8
 Enough, I own 8 sections of the world, where I'm sexin' 8 girls
 Where I have 'em comin' in (ugh) 8 seconds
 I told Victoria her Secret you suck life Seacrest
 I Ultrawhite my secretery, I went to Tibet
 To bet on a horse you bet your life
 Mine was better and now you're deader, than a (door knob) eeea wrong
 So what's your name?
 I'm the Com that wrote Com Sense, and when I don't got scratch
 I do feel tense, and if you give your papers to a broad youse a dummy
 Cause without the money
 Ain't a damn thing funny
 These rhymes I exchange like stock, I'm live like stock
 I rock like Prudential, making ha ha from Zero
 That's mucho denero, like Robert Denero, I rob Berts denero
 A hero like the sandwich, a man which has mills like Stephanie Mills
 Dills like pickels, I'm fancy man like tickles LIKE (the french)
 Not Johnny but like a Bench I press on like glue
 I stand like Lee while you stagger like Lee (Ha!)
 Most likely I'll gagger that bullish I pull ish like a magnet
 A dragnet, I don't drag I gets net income, yo bums I rush like
 Adrenaline
 I'm royal when I flush, your highest hush will get mushed like a
 Sleigh dog
 I slay dogs who are under me, I over man, call me Doverman
 Cause I'm a Pincher of pennies that's pretty, then you see green from
 All money
 I spend (what you do?) I stay fresh like mint from mint
 I meant my mint, know what I mean? I'm nice
 Real friendly like an officer, friendly and a gentleman
 Friendly like neighbors, not Jim but like Homer I got high salute, attention salute
 I kill loot but won't dilute, even if I threw garbage on the ground
 I couldn't pollute, man, I'm too rich for that, Biiitch
 So what's your name?
 I'm Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht (uh ha)
 I got essentials and credentials and honeys at my feet (come on)
 And when I walk the street I'm never looking bummy
 Cause without the money
 "Ain't a damn thing funny"
 Ok there was a black man a white man and a chinese man
 The black man of course he was po (yeah)
 The white man. he was rich (uh ha)
 And the chinese man, he owned a store (alright c'mon)
 Ok the black man lived on Beech Street
 The white man lived on Wall Street
 And at the Chinese man's store is where they all meet
 Not really on the good foot
 Because the white man kept steppin' on the black man's toes
 And in his shoes there were holes
 But the white man didn't care, shit, he didn't have to wear it (uh ha)
 He scratched that pad he got from his parents, with his tight ass
 He would have been poor white trash, but anyway
 Everyday the blackman would ask for some spare change
 But Adam, the white man would stare strange
 So the black man got fed up
 Cause wasn't nobody feedin' him and feedin' him
 And took red by his neck and started beatin' him and beatin' him
 The chinese man got noyd and broke out like a peon
 And now the black man own the store and the name of it is Leons
 (What's that?)
 Barbeque that is. Rib tips hotsuace, mild sauce, fries
 So what's your name?
 I'm Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht (uh ha)
 I got essentials and credentials and honeys at my feet (come on)
 And when I walk the street I'm never looking bummy
 Cause without the money
 "Ain't a damn thing funny"
 

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Duration
05:23
Key
7
Tempo
172 BPM

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