Andre Nickatina - Money Sharks lyrics
[Andre Nickatina - Money Sharks lyrics]
I'm like carmello baby top of the sugar hill
The way I see your game is
Something like a drug deal
The angels follow me like?
Through the sin city some try to ask me if I
Care I say "not really"
I push the gas hella fast through a bay maze
Man yous a lying ass bitch
With your square ways
Your like a jackolantern caught up
In my rap patterns
And when you see my rangs all
You think about is saturn
Man you can put me in your iPhone application
Im crackin crab like im
Mad down in crustacean
You know it's my car when
You see me parkin then
Im Minnesota cold like im Fran Tarkenton
I wear white like about to meet jesus christ
Then hit the night like the
Devil in the turnpike
Its like I hate my life
When im running red lights
And you can see the blunt
Lit if you look right
Man I don't talk to that cat hes a quagmire
I got the mustard and
The mayonnaise vouge tires
They call me money shark, cause im a pisces
I got the super fresh gear at the dry clean
Khan I mean, Creased up jeans
And when it comes to the
Benz it's a toy machine
So roll up the weed, and blow a smoke circle
Somebody ask Alice Walker about
The color purple they got me painting on the
Mural of the great wall
Its like im seeing though the
Eyes of Ray Charles
With no shades, permed in
Wave, fried in laid, freshed and sprayed
They call me money shark cause im a pisces
I got the super fresh gear at the dry clean
The way I see your game is
Something like a drug deal
The angels follow me like?
Through the sin city some try to ask me if I
Care I say "not really"
I push the gas hella fast through a bay maze
Man yous a lying ass bitch
With your square ways
Your like a jackolantern caught up
In my rap patterns
And when you see my rangs all
You think about is saturn
Man you can put me in your iPhone application
Im crackin crab like im
Mad down in crustacean
You know it's my car when
You see me parkin then
Im Minnesota cold like im Fran Tarkenton
I wear white like about to meet jesus christ
Then hit the night like the
Devil in the turnpike
Its like I hate my life
When im running red lights
And you can see the blunt
Lit if you look right
Man I don't talk to that cat hes a quagmire
I got the mustard and
The mayonnaise vouge tires
They call me money shark, cause im a pisces
I got the super fresh gear at the dry clean
Khan I mean, Creased up jeans
And when it comes to the
Benz it's a toy machine
So roll up the weed, and blow a smoke circle
Somebody ask Alice Walker about
The color purple they got me painting on the
Mural of the great wall
Its like im seeing though the
Eyes of Ray Charles
With no shades, permed in
Wave, fried in laid, freshed and sprayed
They call me money shark cause im a pisces
I got the super fresh gear at the dry clean