Mumu Fresh - Back to the Money lyrics

I’m the rapper for the readers
Skankin’ in Adidas from Rodeo to the Alameda
I’m your favorite teacher’s favorite teacher
Smarter than your average Yogi Bear
Follow the leader

Fancy like smoked paprika
Truffle butter from the gutter
Glad to meet ya
I’m that juju that will free ya
Innovative ultra creative entre-pre-negra

I can lead you to the river
Give you something Minnetonka can’t deliver
(Woo) cuz I feel like heaven
Tickle your mental and make the blood leaven
(Boy) i’m lucky number 7
I’m the golden goose and that’s
Why you want me pregnant

I spit like a llama in
Pajamas with an attitude
But on my mama I ain't mad at you
I’m too busy gettin busy like a rabbit do
Coming through your city taking
Heads like a cannibal (Woo)
What that grammar do
It’s absurd I flip verbs casual
Flow so flammable (Ah)

I ain’t come to play with y’all
I came to take it all
You gon’ be sorry that I came
Even more sorry when I’m gone

You know what it is i get back to the money
Handle my biz i get back to the money
Give me a kiss i get back to the money
Back to the money back, back to the money

I make love and then I get back to the money
Take dubs (Ws) and then I get
Back to the money
Shake the club and leave with a
Bag full of money bag full of money
Bag, bag full of money

I’m gettin back to the money
I leveled up now they say I’m actin funny
Nah, just a little grown for the okey doke
If I ain’t sorta rich, then I’m sorta broke
Everybody loves you when they can use you
When the shoe’s glued to the
Other foot they choose to move through
Like they never knew you
Boo hoo bitch cry me a Yoo hoo
I’m through with you
Cuz your attitude is boo boo
Fuck you pay me sou sou

I stand out like tu tu’s
Fuck up a colonizer like I’m a Zulu
Give me a minute while I’m buffering Hulu
Laid back stacking up racks of this Bookoo

I give a good word but I’m not a preacher
I’m good in every hood even non-believers
Catch the holy spirit when I get to rapping
I’m tapped in like 4 IV’s feel the drip
I’m so cold it’ll make you sick
Beat make you wanna dip
Stir it like a chip (Ah)

I ain’t come to play with y’all
I came to take it all
You gon' be sorry that I came
Even more sorry when I’m gone

You know what it is i get back to the money
Handle my biz i get back to the money
Give me a kiss i get back to the money
Back to the money back, back to the money

I make love and then I get back to the money
Take dubs and then I get back to the money
Shake the club and leave with a
Bag full of money bag full of money
Bag, bag full of money

You got it you got it
You got it tell me can I get it y’all
You got it come on can I get it now
You got it tell me can I get it y’all