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