letra de look funny - money making jam boys
[hook – dice raw]
countin’ money all the way to the bank
me and my boys just puffing on dank
you small time fools try and make a big fuss
we just laugh, ’cause you look funny to us
[verse – dice raw]
they call me dice, aka, make it happen
fist c-cktail, norman rockwell
get the feet stomping, get the hands clapping
get the heads nodding, get the necks snapping
smile for the camera, when they say action
when they say compet-tion, i start laughing
fools say, let’s get money, i start relaxing
cause i’m a sure thing, you know, a main attraction
missing link, my fist hit like the kitchen sink
i’m too much on my own d-ck to care what n-ggas think
besides, i got a whole different vision
and these knuckleheads stumble over simple addition
and last night i had a premonition
you know, something like the spanish inquisition
decapitations, impalings, lynching
the money making jam boy, henchman
[hook:]
[verse 2 – truck north]
no defense when i hit the court
no answer for the kid, there’s no retort
on the real, you probably better off changing sports
under pressure, ya’ll pop like a champ’ cork
it’s all champ talk
i leave an emcee bl–dy like kid right before they caught mr. clark
getting east side high as a giraffes’ ears
bite worse than his bark, pinch like a doberman
uh, the mad men that martyr him
suicide squad put you in the mausoleum
bad b-tches come home, yeah, they follow him
then i’m gone, like the wind, it’s on once again
spent a lifetime in the fast lane
roll something good while i’m doing bad things
’bout nothing if ain’t about the money, man
the ring leader in the heist on money train
[hook:]
[verse 3 – sts]
hold to true & living, follow what i’m doing pimpin’
i’m selling dreams, talking hoes out they true religions
as i pursue the mission, like a hustler in the kitchen
don’t promote selling dope, but i do salute ambition
take no intermissions, 20’s on my inhibitions
caddy looking harder than a martyr k!lling jews and christians
couple screws missing, a couple tools missing
i been k!lling sh-t lately, hoping you’d listen
finally came to fruition, got your attention homes
smoking jeffreys, you don’t know what type of sh-t i’m on
get out the way, my n-gga, move your little sh-t along
the wide body rider, might’ve seen me in the [bron?]
or the ss clones, just for the f-ck of it
speakers blasphemy, cause i don’t want to hear the sucka’ sh-t
trying pop my collar, motherf-ckers want to ruffle it
sts, i get to the money and then we double it
[hook:]
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