Well I'm still a player, but the ski ain't fair by far
I'm smackin' C's to these birds, I'm pimpin' hoes on the mark
I'm just a pimpin' n***a, each n***a's hoes I be takin'
Take these hoes n***as takin', send me on vacation
I can smell a wax job in the mid Get a first class ticket to them G's in Jamaica
Money to be made, haters to be slid, everything You best believe I'm a hog, so get the f*** out the way
I don't feel right if I don't see the bank every day
Need the cash, I need a check, I'm takin' funds from the state
You can't relate to a hog, my hustle's too complicated
You better hide your gal, she might get penetrated
Full time hustler, bull nut dangler Gold teeth shiner -er, player feelin' wonderful
It's Mr. Ski's head, boy, who you thought it was?
I made this track for the clubs, get your ass over here
We want money, hot money, hot money We gots to have it, hot money, hot money
We want money, hot money, hot money We gots to have it, hot money, hot money
I got to get that money, man, cause time for change
Since 9 -11, the economy ain't been the same
The music business took them raw computer downloads
Or get it from the bootleggers for the low load
In my city ain't too many opportunities
Sometimes you gotta do some illegal activities
Not because you wanna, but you gotta get ahead
Nigga, get caught and watch the legal system bust your head
Milk you for your bread, then take your time away
There's gotta be a better way, that's what your mouth say
Get a job, temporary service, got it locked
Try to get permanent, they bounce your ass from spot to spot
So in this day and time, you do what you gotta do
I come from nothin', so havin' nothin' is nothin' new
But when you grown and you got kids of your own
The pressure's on, you gotta get that money, y 'all
We want money, hot money, hot money We gots to have it, hot money, hot money
We want money, hot money, hot money We gots to have it, hot money, hot money
Money makes the motherfuckin' world go round
Money make these freakin' hoes pull they panties down
Hardcore rappers don't wanna talk but have to goddamn shine
Spirit D's about to bring the light back to this gang
You know that I ain't underground, yeah, I've been low -key
Now it's time for the whole world to hear about me
My baby mama's been a bitch cause she know I got T
I was born for this shit, I make the hits with E
A lot of haters don't like me cause I'm keepin' it real
All I'm about is that motherfuckin' dollar bill
Mr. Skeet, I'm the powerbomb, for sure as I know
He split the money, we the hoes, every city they go
Gang recognized, gang, no matter where I be
Oversee New York, LA, Smithfield, Tennessee
I feel your pain, I pull the door, life ain't always been sunny
That's why I'm out here on the grind tryna get that money
We want money, hot money, hot money, we gots to have it
Hot money, hot money, we want money, hot money, we gots to have it
Hot money, hot money, hot money
