Makin’ Money Smokin’

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] Drama Barack O-Drama AMG, Embassy Pay attention [Chorus: La the Darkman] Makin' money, smokin' weed, nigga front, a nigga bleed Makin' money, fuckin' hoes, nigga, that's just how it goes Makin' money, smokin' weed, nigga front, a nigga bleed Makin' money, fuckin' hoes, nigga, that's just how it goes [Verse 1: Willie the Kid] This ain't rap, it's a drive-by This shit is real, catch ya man slippin' walkin' outta Popeyes The bullets fly through yo' bag, fly through yo' drink The bullets cut a man down, blood on your mink There's blood in the street, you see the crowd formin' You had a show for the crowd, you puttin' on performance Take a bow, it's kinda hard, you on the ground twitchin' Your brother hopin' you recover, downtown snitchin' "I know who did it, them niggas from the other side They recognized my face, and know my brother ride" Meanwhile in the hood, Chevy's still rollin' The fiends still smokin', the cops still patrollin' Sing sing is the shooters, the gargoyles How you want it? You can get it, beef charbroiled The Mongolian, we get them forties in We down South traffickin', bring your homie in [Chorus: La the Darkman] Makin' money, smokin' weed, nigga front, a nigga bleed Makin' money, fuckin' hoes, nigga, that's just how it goes Makin' money, smokin' weed, nigga front, a nigga bleed Makin' money, fuckin' hoes, nigga, that's just how it goes Makin' money, smokin' weed, nigga front, a nigga bleed Makin' money, fuckin' hoes, nigga, that's just how it goes Makin' money, smokin' weed, nigga front, a nigga bleed Makin' money, fuckin' hoes, nigga, that's just how it goes [Verse 2: Willie the Kid] Welcome to the Midwest, firearm central Mad trap houses, and dope fiend rentals In the club stuntin', we sweatin' mad bitches Airbrushed 2Pac, backdrop pictures Flick it up homie, lift it up homie Hennessy, it's a tab, pick it up homie You pick it up nigga, I ain't payin' for shit I'll see you outside, I'm sprayin' my shit What the fuck? [Chorus: La the Darkman] Makin' money, smokin' weed, nigga front, a nigga bleed Makin' money, fuckin' hoes, nigga, that's just how it goes Makin' money, smokin' weed, nigga front, a nigga bleed Makin' money, fuckin' hoes, nigga, that's just how it goes Makin' money, smokin' weed, nigga front, a nigga bleed Makin' money, fuckin' hoes, nigga, that's just how it goes Makin' money, smokin' weed, nigga front, a nigga bleed Makin' money, fuckin' hoes, nigga, that's just how it goes [Verse 3: Willie the Kid] All I see is money, weed, and crack, police cars and guns Leather coats and Cartiers, Air Ones Where I'm from, it's real, for the cromas, we kill For a piece of the pie, somebody gotta die And not to mention the whole thing A keloid buck fifty yo' face, no cold cream It's mad obituaries, printed up like Kinko's We gettin' money, gettin' high, nigga poppin' Clicquot [Chorus: La the Darkman] Makin' money, smokin' weed, nigga front, a nigga bleed Makin' money, fuckin' hoes, nigga, that's just how it goes Makin' money, smokin' weed, nigga front, a nigga bleed Makin' money, fuckin' hoes, nigga, that's just how it goes Makin' money, smokin' weed, nigga front, a nigga bleed Makin' money, fuckin' hoes, nigga, that's just how it goes Makin' money, smokin' weed, nigga front, a nigga bleed Makin' money, fuckin' hoes, nigga, that's just how it goes [Outro: DJ Drama] See, it used to be money, power, respect! Now it's money, power, respect and hip hop (Gangsta Grillz) And it take a nation of millions to hold us back Call me public enemy number one Nigga, AMG, Embassy This is how it's done