Make Money Lyrics

Make Money lyrics

[Pretty Tone Capone]



Ahh in the motherfuckin house!



This is the Pretty Tone Capone



And I'm here with my motherfuckin man, motherfuckin Apache



And don't give a fuck!



Here to let you motherfuckers know how to make money



So whassup with that?Loot for your pocket troop!



Y'knowhatI'msayin?Wouldn't you rather be a rich bitch



than a fuckin broke hoe?So bitches listen up



and take heed to the motherfuckin word







[Apache]



Yo I sleep all day, stay up all night scramblin



My palms got an itch, fuck a bitch, time for gamblin



Cee-lo, 4-5-6 with the quickness



Flip trips, flip your script, and dump on my shitlist



I doubt if you got the clout to outlast



Time to get money, don't make me crack a can of whip-ass



I'm kind of shady - rugged relentless and rude



I'm cessted, drunk, plus I'm in a real fucked up mood



Since the dough is low and the arsenal's thick



I got a few tricks, I'm quick to pick a vic'



Pick 'em up, time to stick 'em up it ain't funny



Listen honey I want MO' MONEY MO' MONEY



Make a move, try to swing, I knew you wasn't



Wanna live God forgives Apache doesn't



So to borrow 'til tomorrow just find a car shop



Pop the lock then drop it off at the chop spot



Like Robin Hood, no fuckin good, that's what you wanted



Instead of robbin the rich, I rob my bitch then go get blunted



My pockets are gettin thicker quicker I want more



Here's the scoop troop, more loot than a money store



If you're broke, shut the fuck up (HO!!!!)



I thought so - and I don't need a break hoe



Speakin of hoes and dough, they know how to spend it



Ladies listen up, let me talk to you for a minute, c'mon







[Lady]



Yo wait, hold the fuck up



Yo Apache, how the fuck you gonna tell the niggaz how to get dough



and not tell the BITCHES how to get some money?



The fuck is wrong with you, you crazy or somethin?







[Apache]



Here's a few ways to get paid, proceed with caution



Tell your man you need money for an abortion



Check his pockets while sleep, creep, don't get caught



Don't want him to take back all the shit he already bought



Keep a stash, strictly cash, and think hard



See somethin you like?Fuck it, put it on his credit card



Tell me who do you prefer, a man or a mack?



On the flip-flop, don't stop to shop at Jack's



With sex appeal, be real I don't understand



fake hair and nails, and you're lookin for a real man



Some dance for dollars, holla cause I know you know



cause some plain old hoes just FUCK for dough



Use your imagination, why think small



Instead of takin half, fuck it, why not take it all?



Don't be a dumb broad, a fraud, a phony



You just end broke, no blunt to smoke, and lonely



Use your pussy as a tool, that's how you want it G



Don't waste it, put it on sale, but never free



Fuck your way to the top, don't be a slob



If none of that shit works, then fuck it, buy the job



It takes more to be a rich bitch with big tits



If your man is broke, don't listen to his bullshit



Speakin of men, we know how to make the money



But it's up to you to take it honey







[Pretty Tone Capone]



Word to mother my motherfuckin man just told you what you had to do



So if you wanna just lay back and be blazed



you'll damn sure play the fool



You think we won't fuck the shit out of you bitches?



You better get real, word to mother



What the fuck's up, what the fuck is goin on with that shit?



A crook is 'sposed to have his hand in your motherfuckin pocketbook



Play yourself out







(Make money money, make money money money)



(Take money, take money)



(Make money money, make money money money)