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Apache - Make Money lyrics
[Pretty Tone Capone] Ahh in the motherfuckin house! This is the Pretty Tone Capone And I'm here with my motherfuckin man, motherfuckin Apache And don't give a fuck! Here to let you motherfuckers know how to make money So whassup with that?Loot for your pocket troop! Y'knowhatI'msayin?Wouldn't you rather be a rich bitch than a fuckin broke hoe?So bitches listen up and take heed to the motherfuckin word [Apache] Yo I sleep all day, stay up all night scramblin My palms got an itch, fuck a bitch, time for gamblin Cee-lo, 4-5-6 with the quickness Flip trips, flip your script, and dump on my shitlist I doubt if you got the clout to outlast Time to get money, don't make me crack a can of whip-ass I'm kind of shady - rugged relentless and rude I'm cessted, drunk, plus I'm in a real fucked up mood Since the dough is low and the arsenal's thick I got a few tricks, I'm quick to pick a vic' Pick 'em up, time to stick 'em up it ain't funny Listen honey I want MO' MONEY MO' MONEY Make a move, try to swing, I knew you wasn't Wanna live God forgives Apache doesn't So to borrow 'til tomorrow just find a car shop Pop the lock then drop it off at the chop spot Like Robin Hood, no fuckin good, that's what you wanted Instead of robbin the rich, I rob my bitch then go get blunted My pockets are gettin thicker quicker I want more Here's the scoop troop, more loot than a money store If you're broke, shut the fuck up (HO!!!!) I thought so - and I don't need a break hoe Speakin of hoes and dough, they know how to spend it Ladies listen up, let me talk to you for a minute, c'mon [Lady] Yo wait, hold the fuck up Yo Apache, how the fuck you gonna tell the niggaz how to get dough and not tell the BITCHES how to get some money? The fuck is wrong with you, you crazy or somethin? [Apache] Here's a few ways to get paid, proceed with caution Tell your man you need money for an abortion Check his pockets while sleep, creep, don't get caught Don't want him to take back all the shit he already bought Keep a stash, strictly cash, and think hard See somethin you like?Fuck it, put it on his credit card Tell me who do you prefer, a man or a mack? On the flip-flop, don't stop to shop at Jack's With sex appeal, be real I don't understand fake hair and nails, and you're lookin for a real man Some dance for dollars, holla cause I know you know cause some plain old hoes just FUCK for dough Use your imagination, why think small Instead of takin half, fuck it, why not take it all? Don't be a dumb broad, a fraud, a phony You just end broke, no blunt to smoke, and lonely Use your pussy as a tool, that's how you want it G Don't waste it, put it on sale, but never free Fuck your way to the top, don't be a slob If none of that shit works, then fuck it, buy the job It takes more to be a rich bitch with big tits If your man is broke, don't listen to his bullshit Speakin of men, we know how to make the money But it's up to you to take it honey [Pretty Tone Capone] Word to mother my motherfuckin man just told you what you had to do So if you wanna just lay back and be blazed you'll damn sure play the fool You think we won't fuck the shit out of you bitches? You better get real, word to mother What the fuck's up, what the fuck is goin on with that shit? A crook is 'sposed to have his hand in your motherfuckin pocketbook Play yourself out (Make money money, make money money money) (Take money, take money) (Make money money, make money money money) |
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