Talib Kweli, Madlib - Funny Money lyrics
[Talib Kweli, Madlib - Funny Money lyrics]
Yeah ladies, make it hot, girls, make it hot
Ladies, make it hot, girls, make it hot
Ladies, make it hot, girls, make it hot
Mr international, passport pimpin
City street dweller, every asphault different
Hittin with Jean and The Roots
My man Black Thought rippin
Now a glass goes whistlin
My rap flow's switchin up
Wait, the promoter bitchin'
Is this asshole trippin'?
Why my cash flow missin'?
Don't fuck around this is how I make a livin'
Stop, listen, get the guap'
My kids can't eat my love for Hip-Hop
This ain't the circus, I don't see no big top
So who ya tryin to clown
Your money like Chris Rock
Don't make me laugh witcha funny money
Yeah, uhh, yeah, hehehehehe, ehyeah, yo
These promoters shady and they
Good for broken promises
Some of them scared of the hood
So they only promote the colleges
I'm havin problems with excuses
Especially when it comes to my money
And the contract is exclusive
They sell the tickets wit'cha name
Up in lights an' shit
But when it's time to pay they came
Up with all type of shit
Or tried to pay me in marijuana
The crowd was so thin he blamed
Osama and the Twin Tower bombers
In my pocket like a thief
And there ain't no honor
Livin all reckless like there ain't no karma
You ain't on punishment, I ain't your momma
I just had to expose the truth like
Leonardo DaVinci when he paint Madonna
Hey, hey hey c'mon
Uh whoa
Illegal business control America
Illegal immigration, gun control hysteria
The war on terror, war on drug
Now everybody have vices
So we still gettin higher than gas prices
Yeah we have righteous MC's
Ready to infilitrate
The system like a disease and bring
It right to it's knees
Who ain't fuckin with the pay for play
That shit is gay
Get down with Blacksmith or get
The fuck out the way
E'rything's straight! Just get out
From under the table
I'm not a pimp runnin a stable
I'm a kid with a vision runnin a label
With the freshest MC's with
Somethin to say too
We cuttin the umbilical cord from the navel
Willin and able to change the
Game for the better
A lot of crews claim they together
Then they fall apart and blame it on cheddar
Please'! I stay professional in
All my endeavors so we about to blow like
Parliament in "V for Vendetta"
They try to get you with the funny money
Ladies, make it hot, girls, make it hot
Ladies, make it hot, girls, make it hot
Mr international, passport pimpin
City street dweller, every asphault different
Hittin with Jean and The Roots
My man Black Thought rippin
Now a glass goes whistlin
My rap flow's switchin up
Wait, the promoter bitchin'
Is this asshole trippin'?
Why my cash flow missin'?
Don't fuck around this is how I make a livin'
Stop, listen, get the guap'
My kids can't eat my love for Hip-Hop
This ain't the circus, I don't see no big top
So who ya tryin to clown
Your money like Chris Rock
Don't make me laugh witcha funny money
Yeah, uhh, yeah, hehehehehe, ehyeah, yo
These promoters shady and they
Good for broken promises
Some of them scared of the hood
So they only promote the colleges
I'm havin problems with excuses
Especially when it comes to my money
And the contract is exclusive
They sell the tickets wit'cha name
Up in lights an' shit
But when it's time to pay they came
Up with all type of shit
Or tried to pay me in marijuana
The crowd was so thin he blamed
Osama and the Twin Tower bombers
In my pocket like a thief
And there ain't no honor
Livin all reckless like there ain't no karma
You ain't on punishment, I ain't your momma
I just had to expose the truth like
Leonardo DaVinci when he paint Madonna
Hey, hey hey c'mon
Uh whoa
Illegal business control America
Illegal immigration, gun control hysteria
The war on terror, war on drug
Now everybody have vices
So we still gettin higher than gas prices
Yeah we have righteous MC's
Ready to infilitrate
The system like a disease and bring
It right to it's knees
Who ain't fuckin with the pay for play
That shit is gay
Get down with Blacksmith or get
The fuck out the way
E'rything's straight! Just get out
From under the table
I'm not a pimp runnin a stable
I'm a kid with a vision runnin a label
With the freshest MC's with
Somethin to say too
We cuttin the umbilical cord from the navel
Willin and able to change the
Game for the better
A lot of crews claim they together
Then they fall apart and blame it on cheddar
Please'! I stay professional in
All my endeavors so we about to blow like
Parliament in "V for Vendetta"
They try to get you with the funny money