Money Scheme (feat. Jayo Felony)

W-wh-wha, what, wha-what what?
 Beotch
 Mobster, turn that shit up
 Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh uh
 Sinister shit
 Uh-huh uh-huh what?
 Jayo, Jayo smell me on this one
 Jayo, I hope I don't ever have to go back to slangin'
 Hello but if I do that's what I do
 (That's what I do)
 Jayo, I hope I don't ever have to go back to slangin
 Hello but if I do that's what I do
 (That's what I do)
 Grindin' out of my aunty's backyard, that's the chronic
 I been havin' more candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker
 Get on the horn and hit me on my locker 'cause I'm fake ID havin'
 Strikin' and drivin' on a suspended expired license comes in
 Buy it from the nigga with the best quality and the lowest prices
 Spendin' that capital that the big homey advanced me
 In front of me with the next nigga
 I love money plus I'm labeled rough rider
 Known for bringin' bitch ass niggaz out of hidin'
 Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
 To sellin' sherm sticks but if I do that's what I do
 Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
 To sellin loop loop but if I do that's what I do
 I stabs a nigga, and Kool-Aid came out
 'Cause his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunder chicken
 Barely livin' and smokin' headache with a deuce-deuce
 Now I gotta put my snub nosed back to use
 I'm dangerous it gets crucial, 'cause I loves conflict
 Fuck a headache I'm jackin' niggaz for pounds of bomb shit
 And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from the greenery
 You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch
 When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin' flight
 It's gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin' the roof off this bitch tonight
 As you fall like Guy, for tryin' to swipe my pie
 Nigga DIE while your bitch give up the Beaumont
 All my niggaz havin fancy dreams
 (Fancy dreams)
 Comin' up 'cause we all on a money scheme
 (A money scheme)
 All my niggaz havin fancy dreams
 (Fancy dreams)
 Comin' up 'cause we all on a money scheme
 (A money scheme)
 All my bitches havin' fancy dreams!
 (Fancy dreams)
 Comin' up 'cause we all on a money scheme
 (A money scheme)
 All my bitches havin' fancy dreams!
 (Fancy dreams)
 Comin' up 'cause we all on a money scheme
 (A money scheme)
 The freight, nigga fuck the hype
 Beotch, you gotta pay me just to breathe on the mic
 High, higher than a dust cloud
 Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin' loud
 Systemized, a triple striker, when I was born
 My mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah 'cause I'm a Rider
 Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 block Magazine Street
 Narcotic bomb preparer heroin provider
 I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin' niggaz
 Like the, like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
 I like to, like to, finger fuck bitches up in clubs
 Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts
 Stuck, Gordon's Gin and Donald Duck
 Nut, all on her spine and on her butt
 Fuck, major clientele
 Then I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo
 Up the glass is shatterin', bitch it ain't matterin'
 They scatterin', see me and forty start splatterin'
 The cowards are heartless, so you burn like flames
 Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games
 Fuck a bitch, why? 'Cause skeezers don't please us
 So I just go around sippin' fine wine like Jesus
 And every time I bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote
 Drinkin' Moesha Brandy, head spinnin' like hundred spokes
 All my bitches havin' fancy dreams!
 (Fancy dreams)
 Comin' up 'cause we all on a money scheme
 (A money scheme)
 Still drinkin' Krypton brothers is Snapple
 Then I snap like a snapping turtle
 Nigga, shittin; on the world keeps my land fertile
 I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and tobacco
 It's third down and forty nigga
 You know you gon' get tackled
 Get your land while you can old man
 Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran Duran
 Killa nigga put honey on 'em and feed 'em to my hogs
 See I leave no evidence for the police dogs
 Now off the low stroll we go so let's flow
 Lil' bitch, we the shit because the people said so
 You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits
 Get these chips even if it means lettin' these motherfuckers have it
 Nigga got out of line, I had to ice him
 Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap
 Motherfucker got out of place, I had to chop him
 Reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it out
 Nickle plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood special
 Designed strictly for staplin' and toe taggin
 Po-po wrote me up a citation 'cause I was saggin' and draggin'
 My bitch, by her weave
 I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed, last New Year's Eve
 She tried to hit me with a fryin' pan, my attitude wasn't carin'
 Backslapped that hoe in front of her parents
 More ki's than a janitor
 It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher
 Smokin' on a roach, loitering in a McDonald's parkin' lot
 Throwin' up gang signs
 To as if he was some kind of first base coach
 I luh I like my egg poached, hard over easy
 In the drive through, hollerin' at her breezy
 All my bitches havin' fancy dreams
 (Fancy dreams)
 Comin' up 'cause we all on a money scheme
 (A money scheme)