Funny Money

Lyrics

[Talib Kweli]
 Yeah
 Ladies, make it hot, girls, make it hot
 Ladies, make it hot, girls, make it hot
 Ladies, make it hot, girls, make it hot
 Mr. International, passport pimpin
 City street dweller every asphault different
 Hittin with Jean and The Roots, my man Black Thought rippin
 Now a glass goes whistlin, my rap flow's switchin up
 Wait~! The promoter bitchin, is this asshole trippin?
 Why my cash flow missin?
 Don't fuck around this is how I make a livin
 Stop, listen, get the guap'
 My kids can't eat my love for hip-hop
 This ain't the circus, I don't see no big top
 So - who ya tryin to clown your money like Chris Rock
 Don't make me laugh wit'cha funny money
 Yeah, uhh, yeah, hehehehehe, ehyeah, yo
 These promoters shady and they good for broken promises
 Some of them scared of the hood so they only promote the colleges
 I'm havin problems with excuses
 Especially when it comes to my money and the contract is exclusive
 They sell the tickets wit'cha name up in lights an' shit
 But when it's time to pay they came up with all type of shit
 Or tried to pay me in marijuana
 The crowd was so thin he blamed Osama and the Twin Tower bombers
 In my pocket like a thief and there ain't no honor
 Livin all reckless like there ain't no karma
 You ain't on punishment, I ain't your momma
 I just had to expose the truth like Leonardo DaVinci when he paint Madonna
 Hey, hey heyyyy, c'mon, uhh, whoa
 Illegal business control America
 Illegal immigration, gun control hysteria
 The war on terror, war on drug, now everybody have vices
 So we still gettin higher than gas prices
 Yeah we have righteous MC's, ready to infilitrate
 The system like a disease and bring it right to its knees
 Who ain't fuckin with the pay for play, that shit is gay
 Get down with Blacksmith or get the fuck out the way
 E'rything's straight! Just get out from under the table
 I'm not a pimp runnin a stable
 I'm a kid with a vision runnin a label
 With the freshest MC's with somethin to say too
 We cuttin the umbilical cord from the navel
 Willin and able to change the game for the better
 A lot of crews claim they together
 Then they fall apart and blame it on cheddar
 Please~! I stay professional in all my endeavors
 So we about to blow like Parliament in "V for Vendetta"
 They try to get you with the funny money
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:04
Key
9
Tempo
84 BPM

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