Curren$y, Mac Miller - Money Shot lyrics
[Curren$y, Mac Miller - Money Shot lyrics]
Motherfuckers thought they had it on lock
I tell them open the safe
A ho a ho, I put a ho in her place
They show me love all the time
Motherfucker it ain't nothin to rhyme
Got my tax bracket cracking filling W9's out
It's my house i was in the pro's
You was only at the tryouts
Tell your coach to put your ass at timeout
It is what it is and it be what it be
(oh yeah)
Pimpin' ain't easy, leave it to me (oh yeah)
Homie, I don't need a ho
Wonder why I keep her though
She got that bomp ba-bomp-bomp like
How the speakers go kick it on the FIFA flow
We fucking with a Jedi
On my left side I got C-3PO
Do it big, keep it low
Swear that I'm a genius though
Why I'm in line at the club like Emilio!
Sit at home, rich alone, Vic Damone
Money talk this is mine, get your own
This the fuckin' money shot
Benz coupe, green Dickies suit
You lied if you say I ain't
The truth at what I do i stay high
Halfway shut eyes when I came through
Comfortably dressed
It's the sultan of sweats boardin' the jet
On course to collect the check
Give these little boys somethin' to respect
You can be the man on somebody else set
No baby steps
I move like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
We tryna have right now and next
Everybody eat that's what I'm tryna see
Do it better than I done it homie
Don't just follow me
I'm not the one to try to be
I'm watching you too
I need you to inspire me fool this is true
I don't even lie down to sleep
No time, I take naps in between flights
Even though it don't seem right, no sheep
Dollar signs all night in my sleep
Money shot
I tell them open the safe
A ho a ho, I put a ho in her place
They show me love all the time
Motherfucker it ain't nothin to rhyme
Got my tax bracket cracking filling W9's out
It's my house i was in the pro's
You was only at the tryouts
Tell your coach to put your ass at timeout
It is what it is and it be what it be
(oh yeah)
Pimpin' ain't easy, leave it to me (oh yeah)
Homie, I don't need a ho
Wonder why I keep her though
She got that bomp ba-bomp-bomp like
How the speakers go kick it on the FIFA flow
We fucking with a Jedi
On my left side I got C-3PO
Do it big, keep it low
Swear that I'm a genius though
Why I'm in line at the club like Emilio!
Sit at home, rich alone, Vic Damone
Money talk this is mine, get your own
This the fuckin' money shot
Benz coupe, green Dickies suit
You lied if you say I ain't
The truth at what I do i stay high
Halfway shut eyes when I came through
Comfortably dressed
It's the sultan of sweats boardin' the jet
On course to collect the check
Give these little boys somethin' to respect
You can be the man on somebody else set
No baby steps
I move like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
We tryna have right now and next
Everybody eat that's what I'm tryna see
Do it better than I done it homie
Don't just follow me
I'm not the one to try to be
I'm watching you too
I need you to inspire me fool this is true
I don't even lie down to sleep
No time, I take naps in between flights
Even though it don't seem right, no sheep
Dollar signs all night in my sleep
Money shot