Money This Get Let's

As my eyes open to two models passed out from menagin'

They wake up get to it from the back massages

As they get up from the bed and their clothes rise up from the floor

They walk backwards from my room still askin' for more

I got up and got dressed took my shit off the dresser

Buncha people poured in the cops tried to arrest us

Cuz we louder than a motherfucker who would have guessed us

To be the cats throwin' the loud party the whole neighborhood jealous

Flash back to the label deal

When we said we gon' keep it real

Never let the money change us

Never go for mass appeal

As the cash flowed out of our bank accounts we witnessed

The best and worst thing about this side of the business

Money This Get Let's

 

 

So as the ink flows from the page back in the pen

It channels my rage back as I look out from within

The words deconstruct and go back to my brain's synapses

They snap and fire my mind's fast when it's usually molasses

I put the pen and pad back in my desk get out my seat