Back to the Money

Verse 1:
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!)

Pre Hook:
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

Hook:
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

Verse 2:
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!)

Pre Hook:
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

Hook:
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

Outro:
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

(repeat)