K-Rino, DLP - Money lyrics

Money, money, money, money
Boy, I’m straight looch
Like a bank vault, like when Steph shoot, I’m

Money, money, money, money like a ATM
What about them other rappers?
(What about 'em?)
Ain’t no place safe for them, I’m

Money, money, money, money
Like a drug bust, like the Powerball
So when you look at us it’s
Money, money, money, money
Just like Bill Gates
Your words is counterfeit
I’m on that real cake

You see I’m hyper like a rock fiend (smoking)
When I sleep, I’m not seen
Because I lay between the
Mattress and the boxspring


Usually I’m kinda amped
I grab your rhyming champ by the head and
Snap his neck inside of my binder clamps
Vocabulary exam king
The mic’ll pull a hamstring by the time
I’m finished with the damn thing
Refuse to give me my credit
So I shredded his real legs
And then for fun
I hid both of his prosthetics
You’re welcome to come and get some
I split bums open until the side of
Their face look like a big plum
A weak crew I breeze through
I open up my book and go from sheet to sheet
Pollinating it like the bees do
To speak my name is a challenge
So overloaded with talents that I can
Make equilibrium lose it's balance
I’ll never let you squat in the king’s spot
I got extreme plots forget rocks
I put people in slingshots ‘cause I’m

Money, money, money, money
Boy, I’m straight looch
Like a bank vault, like when Steph shoot, I’m

Money, money, money, money like a ATM
What about them other rappers?
(What about 'em?)
Ain’t no place safe for them, I’m

Money, money, money, money
Like a drug bust, like the Powerball
So when you look at us it’s

Money, money, money, money
Just like Bill Gates
Your words is counterfeit
I’m on that real cake

I’m moving quick you running, I’m losing it
The bullet I use is twice the size
Of the gun that’s shooting it
Unblemished components, sinister saxophonist
I’m the omen i’ll even kick your door
In if you’re homeless
To win I have an endless affinity
Change number values instantly
So when I'm finished, ten’ll be a trinity
Flag you for a eight thousand
And fifty yard penalty for grinning G
Sometimes the sun borrows my energy
I’m suiting up
You ready for the upper room or what?
My skin is rough enough to give a
Sheet of paper a human cut
You is how I preferred it to be
Every allergy in existence is allergic to me
You speak against us, you
Traveling through turbulence, g as a writer
K is the closest thing to perfect you’ll see
My strength increases like cash ‘cause
My mind’s steadily going fast
I do sit-ups wearing three
Hundred pound shoulder pads

Money, money, money, money
Boy, I’m straight looch
Like a bank vault, like when Steph shoot, I’m

Money, money, money, money like a ATM
What about them other rappers?
(What about 'em?)
Ain’t no place safe for them, I’m

Money, money, money, money
Like a drug bust, like the Powerball
So when you look at us it’s

Money, money, money, money
Just like Bill Gates
Your words is counterfeit
I’m on that real cake

My powers become stronger when
I’m asked to perform
I write so long that when I’m finished
I unfasten my arm
I came straight out after conception
That’s how fast I was born
I drink a glass of chloroform and
Then I pass it along
See among the fascinating world mysteries
I’m a major wonder from here on out
Your name is calendar ‘cause
Your days are numbered
The same title that you took I
Come and take it from ya random attacks
You never know whose chin the blade is under
Intimidation when I step to the punk
Somehow I drove off after I
Threw myself in the trunk
I place each liar inside of a grease fire
Then I jump in with ‘em but the difference
Is I make ‘em raise the heat higher
Teaching rare facts
Plus I can wear a pair of Air Max
And my footprints would still
Look like bear tracks
When I’m ready to sit ya
Down, I spit a round, i split ya crown
And be back home in bed before
Your body hit's the ground

Money, money, money, money
Boy, I’m straight looch
Like a bank vault, like when Steph shoot, I’m

Money, money, money, money like a ATM
What about them other rappers?
(What about 'em?)
Ain’t no place safe for them, I’m

Money, money, money, money
Like a drug bust, like the Powerball
So when you look at us it’s

Money, money, money, money
Just like Bill Gates
Your words is counterfeit
I’m on that real cake