Money Hungry Mack Lyrics

Now Ya'll look money hungry

And that's good

I'm just a money hungry mack

Grab the gloves

Bleach the bullets

Oil down for you load the ehhh

Brand new sheisty mask on deck

No DNA detect

That's how I'm comin' to your residence For my check

No time to play

I need my cut

I'll put it to ya neck

Niggas think I'm playing

Like this a game

I'm not though

You just ain't know

I really do this shit

Lyrically, slice your artery

I swear this just the art in me

Flow been stupid but growth

Just moved retardedly, Pardon me

PC and PG-13 ain't hard enough for me

I'm NC-17

I gotta talk that real shit

Fuck the censoring

You boys been a bitch

So why you mad at me

I ain't interested in beef dawg

But I need a b - a - g

So if this is what it is

Then so let it be

I'm in the wrong frame of mind and I ain't master peace

Like Bobbi Althoff

I swear you niggas just ain't funny

That's why these women lookin blank unless you talkin money

I could tell her anything

I bet she do it for me

And that ain't comin with a fee

They really fuck with me

I ain't gotta front on shit

I'm still the player p

Word

I ain't gotta front on shit

I'm just the player p

Put everything in the bag man

Put the money in the muthafuckin bag

I need all that

Don't make me tell you again

I need every last dollar dime and cent you feel me

You stupid niggas hear big words and take offense

Call me foul but you the one that's dumb and dense

Maybe read a dictionary boost ya confidence

I guess elevating consciousness not common sense

So I talk that fly shit

LAX late flight shit

Champagne on ice shit

Valet park my shit

If I hit hard times

I'm a take that night shift

Chrome tools I might grip

I'ma pull from the hip

Freestyle if I have to

That's no charge on the contract for me to get at you

I thought this shit bout competition

Why you bitchin too ref blamin someone else

For shots you missin

I'm like j kid at the line

Put that shit around my back

Blow a kiss to ya bitch dawg

Then I hit it

But I swear these hoes is poison

I ain't Michael Bivens

Shit money and women nigga

I been addicted

I done traveled round the world

Getting both like I switched my pivot

I could still pull a model in a Honda civic

Baby recognize the drive

She see my aura different

She see my aura different

Aw

I been addicted

Every last dollar dime and cent

you short me a quarter this shit gettin out order

UPC bitch I said what I said and I meant what I meant

Every time, put the money in the bag

I'm just a money hungry mack