Apache - Make Money lyrics

[Pretty Tone Capone] Ahh in the motherf**in house! This is the Pretty Tone Capone And I'm here with my motherf**in man, motherf**in Apache And don't give a f**! Here to let you motherf**ers know how to make money So wha**up with that? Loot for your pocket troop! why'knowhatI'msayin? Wouldn't you rather be a rich b**h than a f**in broke hoe? So b**hes listen up And take heed to the motherf**in word [Apache] Yo I sleep all day, stay up all night scramblin My palms got an itch, f** a b**h, time for gamblin Cee-lo, 4-5-6 with the quickness Flip trips, flip your script, and dump on my sh**list I doubt if you got the clout to outlast Time to get money, don't make me crack a can of whip-a** I'm kind of shady - rugged relentless and rude I'm cessted, drunk, plus I'm in a real f**ed 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 want to 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 f**in good, that's what you wanted Instead of robbin the rich, I rob my b**h 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 f** 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 f** up Yo Apache, how the f** you gonna tell the n***az how to get dough and not tell the b*tchES how to get some money? The f** 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 sh** he already bought Keep a stash, strictly cash, and think hard See somethin you like? f** 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 s** 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 fu*k for dough Use your imagination, why think small Instead of takin half, f** 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 p**y as a tool, that's how you want it G Don't waste it, put it on sale, but never free f** your way to the top, don't be a slob If none of that sh** works, then f** it, buy the job It takes more to be a rich b**h with big tits If your man is broke, don't listen to his bullsh** 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 motherf**in man just told you what you had to do So if you want to just lay back and be blazed You'll damn sure play the fool You think we won't f** the sh** out of you b**hes? You better get real, word to mother What the f**'s up, what the f** is goin on with that sh**? A crook is 'sposed to have his hand in your motherf**in pocketbook Play yourself out (Make money money, make money money money) (Take money, take money) (Make money money, make money money money)