Money on Ya Head

Lyrics

[Intro] (SOUL!) Yeah, ayy (Assassins) Ayy [Chorus] Phone ringin', that's the money callin' I be thinkin' 'bout how to get rich all day Ain't no corks, it's an impulse trauma I'ma catch you slippin', get you popped in broad day Yeah Phone ringin', that's the money callin' I be thinkin' 'bout how to get rich all day Ain't no corks, it's an impulse trauma I'ma catch you slippin', get you popped in broad day (Bow-bow-bow, bow, bow-bow-bow) [Bridge] I put some money on ya head Money on ya head I put some money on ya head Money on ya head I put some money on ya head, son Money on ya head I put some money on ya head Money on ya head (Ah) [Verse 1] Put a bounty on you (Bow-bow-bow!) Have my hounds run down on you (Word? Yeah) Did the cow, lift 'em likе a child (Bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing!) We live foul Hollows ricochet thеn hit the crowd (Ah) Kick in your door, make everybody hit the ground (Get on the fuckin' floor!) Nobody make a sound (Shh) If you didn't hit 'em the first time, spin around (Skrrt!) Married to the money, I make my thous (Swoop!) Paper pal, clap 'em, PayPal Bank account, call me Scameron Giles (Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding) Throw you out the window like, Ron Browz (Ah!) Hitters on dial Pull a 4 pound, fiend hit us, they gon' fall out All-out war (Bow-bow-bow-bow) One-hunnid-thou', two-hunnid-thou', three-hunnid-thou', fold (Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-ching) Spray the whole car like Style Wars (Bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bing) Bullets down pour Keep dime bitches in rotation, you know my style, Lord (Ay!) Uh [Chorus] Phone ringin', that's the money callin' I be thinkin' 'bout how to get rich all day Ain't no corks, it's an impulse trauma I'ma catch you slippin', get you popped in broad day Yeah Phone ringin', that's the money callin' I be thinkin' 'bout how to get rich all day Ain't no corks, it's an impulse trauma I'ma catch you slippin', get you popped in broad day (Assassins) Ah (Yeah) [Verse 2] Keep a Glock, of course, no doubt (On me, man!) Plenty of ammo, I could never run out (Never!) Wait until you re-up then run in your house (Word?) Make the wrong move and blood'll be pourin' out (Aha) Keep a Glock, of course, no doubt (Bow-bow-bow) Plenty of ammo, I could never run out (Swear?) Wait until you re-up then run in your house (Man) Make the wrong move and blood'll be pourin' out [Outro] I put some money on ya head Money on ya head (Yeah) I put some money on ya head Money on ya head I put some money on ya head, son Money on ya head I put some money on ya head Money on ya head Motherfuckin' Soul Assassins, homeboy Track [Willem de Kooning] I'm certainly one of the masters of the New York Avant-garde