Smoov-E, Reek Daddy - Mr. Moneymaker lyrics

[Smoov-E, Reek Daddy - Mr. Moneymaker lyrics]

Work yo body, get into the beat
I got a special request for a nasty freak
Pull them panties off
Throw em up on the stage
And I sweet talk a bitch
Out her whole life savings
I got em goin crazy
Who's that lady? She can't talk: she
Got a mouth full of babies
Unborn cutthroatsall in her jaw
Pussy always wet, I call her kitty cat paw
Mascara on her lashes who is you tellin?
I keep my donk in a bitch cerebellum
I don't live like a rockstar
I live like a thug nigga
Super dope producer, convicted drug dealer
CEO, the coldest of the coldest
Comе in your face like a foreclosurе notice
Hard on a ho ima say some more shit
Get the fuck out bitch, it's pay or quit

Super dope, super dope, super dope producer
(coldest of the coldest)
Super dope, super dope, super dope producer
(coldest of the coldest)
Super dope, super dope, super dope producer
(coldest of the coldest)
Super dope, super dope, super dope producer
(coldest of the coldest)
Super dope, super dope, super dope producer
(coldest of the coldest)
Super dope, super dope, super dope producer
(coldest of the coldest)
Super dope, super dope, super dope producer
(coldest of the coldest)
Super dope, super dope, super dope producer
(coldest of the coldest)

I'm a dirty lil bastard: caveman living
With club to the head is how I pull my women
Acting like an asshole, wrong, ridiculous
Tell your girlfriend to start
Blowing on my licorice
Roll up the lamb spread, bring the kush
I pack super donk for your ultra bush
Mista big mouth, yeah I told her
You gotta be a freak
To ride this rollercoaster
I'm what your girlfriend like to call a lasso
Cause, I turned the house
Into a cocaine bathroom
Stupid in the face, dumb in the head
Got a painting of myself hung above my bed
My p so mighty, heat from the kitchen
You better quit your bitchin or
You'll come up missin
Pineapple box cake, coconut custard
You can take a water break, I just wanna fuck

Mista, mist, mi mista big mouth
Mista, mist, mi mista big mouth
Mista, mist, mi mista big mouth
Mista, mist, mi mista big mouth
Mista, mist, mi mista big mouth
Mista, mist, mi mista big mouth
Mista, mist, mi mista big mouth
Mista, mist, mi mista big mouth

You need to hide the alcohol, Smoov-E's comin
He's with Reek Daddy and three young women
Just give me two minutesyep, I'll take her
Mr moneymaker, Mr biscuit Breaker
Come into my houseyou can say castle
While I bathe in Tapatio
Take a shit on Tabasco
Lookin for them green bags gettin drunk
Leavin pumpin on them kitty cats
Fast girls like the fast talk
Can't keep a secret keep a phone close
Cause I know you gon need it
Got a 8-inch donkey, hide the children
Lock up the safe, and leave out your women
Smoov-E'll turn you out on the microphone
You won't give me a call
When your parents ain't home
You need to hide your
Girl and your cigarettes
Cause, I'm still making movies
For the internet

Mista moneymaker, mist mista moneymaker
Mist mista moneymaker, mista biscuit breaker
Mist mista moneymaker, mista biscuit breaker
Mist mista moneymaker, mista biscuit breaker
Mist mista moneymaker, mista biscuit breaker

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