Yelawolf - Money Freestyle lyrics

Yeah buddy, yeah buddy uh
What up Franky? Bring it in, Franky
Uh what up Jim Jonson?
Drink another motherfuckin' beer
Slumerican shit we in here (here)

When I woke up this morning I was
Feeling like a brand new man
A brand new man? Took a look outside and I
Saw that twenty one grand
What twenty one grand?
Oh yeah buddy, gold flakes - that's what's up
You ain't gotta tell me what am I stupid?
Dipping them rims on a Harley Davidson
I'm spending spinning what am I? loop it!
Watching days and nights just
Slowly pass me by
Two bottles and they already hollow
Jack Daniels left hook to the eye, boom
But, I'm a one man army
Said no need to alarm me


Motherfuckers wanna pick my petals
Them you're better planting a
Seed and farming oops this party's starting
No need for parking and red carpeting
Cause that clogs up the arteries
Of all of these awkwardly
Hard to be reached people
That I have awesomely harvested into
This property properly title
Slumerican Idols idoling on the yellow beams
Drink until they fall into a dream
Motherfuckers all up in the trees
Looking for a package that I might leave, boy
That's power 35 and a half hours
Hours and hours and hours
Of mud in the trench
You shrimps better take a shower
Turn that bath water on
That's creek water roots
That's black water homes
I know Floyd but he ain’t Pink
That asshole's got a black motor home
Floyd gotta whole Caprice on chrome
Never gets cleaned cause he's always gone
Always on the run, always on the phone
Floyd is a boy to be left alone
Floyd is a boy to avoid that boy
Got a hectic cheque you can't afford
That doors unlocked cause Floyd got a toy
That will put holes in metal, boy
He's a heavy metal boy
On a another level, boy
Some say that he went down to the crossroads
And met the devil, boy bout that

Money it's a gas

But fill her up while I'm at this pump
Cause, I'mma get 10 miles
You can bet your ass drop this funk
Then I get a new dunk and park
It slap on a neighbor's grass
Cause, I leave a dent
Leaves dead like beneath the tent
A seasoned wind
Sprays it onto the trees that bend
And send themselves to a factory
Mill to paper thin from towering life
To a page that's beneath this pen
Believe in men? God
Jesus Christ you should see the sin
We all part take in
This plagiaristic and evil
Spin on religion they give hindering growth
And even when you react, they react
With a bat and just beat it in ouch!
Fuck are we growing or blowing it?
All I can do is give you
My 2 cents with a poem
Maybe that ain't enough
Maybe my shows just ain't showing
The people hints of liberation
They just roll it and smoke it
That's cool with me because
At least they get a CD buzz
That really does, make my job a little easier
So when you see me cuz
Throw up a duce and leave it up
I still believe in love
Love Story now gitty up (up)
Back and forth across the floor
I crawl for more applause from
Your heart for my art
The props the more I rock the floor
Till the tracks are wrapped
The more the pack of rats attack the rap
React, and lack, achieve the need to
See the wave jump the ship
A bunch of bitches switching fate
But this here is switch blade
Cut a fucking rug in such a public buzz
They fucking let me out
They fucking know I choked the
Bud and sucked the suds can't fuckin budge
But, I'm a raven with razor wings
So lay the strings
So Wayne will lay these lazer beams
Amazing eyes are watching now
I make 'em dream
I pave the way for lazy teens to make a scene
From north to pumpkin, use a pumpkin
Fuckin make you drum
With a thump-or-something
A thump-or-something
Look, you made a trampoline
Ain't it jumpin'? (Bounce)
And let me give some love
To North Carolina, John Harrison
Thanks for the idea buddy
If I come to Rocky Mount, I'll find ya
And we can run around in a box and
Talk about how fuckin' dope I am
I'm fuckin' with you pink Floyd Money
Yeah, that's the jam
Anyway fucking way I'm out
Till I get another dope beat
Could be an hour, maybe a day
Probably drop another one next week
I'm bored love Story (Money)