Money Green

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Money Green

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[Intro: Cell Block & Lil' Shank] You know the motherfuckin' Rydas is back Money green Back to take over the motherfuckin' world, right? The money green, right? My money green, and it stay so clean Yup, yup! You know it's 'bout as green as that motherfuckin' dank we smoke, yo! Hey man, pass that shit here, dawg I mean uh, yo Sawed Off, man, pass the motherfuckin' blunt dawg, and pop that shit off Money green [Verse 1: Sawed Off] I've been known as an OG ever since I was a youngblood (What?) Pimpin' through the streets, eatin' scrimps, smokin' mad bud (What, what?) The older that I get, I think the more I achieve Life of luxury, don't hate on me, man get your own and you will see Money and green everywhеre that I look My weed house look like Frank's Nursеry packed with good And if you ever try to take mine, you gon' see my gat shine I'll shred you into leather and then bag you like some pork rinds [Verse 2: Full Clip] I don't know what happened, I like cabbage When I put it in my hand, bitch, I get savage And maybe laid down for this shit And dry your pockets, hear the nine-milli click (Bang) It's all about the presidents 'cause they dead I hang out at schools and rob lunch money from kids I don't give a fuck, scenario or scene As long as my pockets get full of that money green [Chorus: Cell Block & Lil' Shank] I want my money and weed greener than the greenest It's just like smoke in my chest I want my money and weed greener than the White House lawn It's just like smoke in my bong I want my money with weed greener than the greenest It's just like smoke in my chest I want my money and weed greener than the White House lawn It's just like smoke in my bong [Verse 3: Lil' Shank] Lil' Shank, money green is my mindset Got seven hundred dollars in my pocket, so how high can I get? Exchange for big bills with big faces For big bags of trees that leave you outer spacin' Man, I'm so high, my Benjamins look like tens So I'ma keep smokin' until they look like hundreds again Roll up the blunt and crack the window, put the Dro in the air Let's smoke until the bag is bare! [Verse 4: Foe Foe] I got a bag full of icky sticky under my seat And a pocket full of somebody's money from a robbery I got the hustle to make a million dollars In fact, I'm 'bout to hit the track and let my hustlin' stack It's all about the paper and how much is for me I can never have enough; I spend it all on tree You spend your money on them hoes and I'ma keep getting blowed Been in the game since I was three years old (Get your hands up!) [Bridge: Foe Foe, Sawed Off, Cell Block, Full Clip] Put one hand on your money! (Put the other in the air!) Recognize the money green! (When the Rydas up in here!) Put one hand on your money! (Put the other in the air!) Recognize the money green! (When the Rydas up in here!) Put one hand on your money! (Put the other in the air!) Recognize the money green! (When the Rydas up in here!) Put one hand on your money! (Put the other in the air!) Recognize the money green! (When the Rydas up in here!) [Verse 5: Cell Block] Bitch, I'm 'bout the money, and if you got it, then you stuck I can't help with the greens, got me addicted like a drug Worse in the head, on his knees, searchin' for white powder 'Cause I'll kill a motherfucker for the power of a dollar I gotta have it with the finest crop of green to be smoked It calms my nerves, I spark the blunt and start to choke Money makes the world go 'round and all your dreams come true Have you flountin' all your shit, that's why I'm comin' after you [Verse 6: Bullet] I love money, but I don't need it though with the strap (Nope) I'll leave you face down in the street with holes in your back Bitch, I'm a Ryda, I homicide you and your bride Because I stack chips, even within your ass, they hide Give me the money green, I need the weed even greener The weedman seen a black truck and ran, but I squeezed the nina I commandeer his buds and a scale I runs his mail, I'm bringin' all my money to Hell, what's for sale? [Chorus: Cell Block & Lil' Shank] I want my money and weed greener than the greenest It's just like smoke in my chest I want my money and weed greener than the White House lawn It's just like smoke in my bong I want my money with weed greener than the greenest It's just like smoke in my chest I want my money and weed greener than the White House lawn It's just like smoke in my bong [Outro: Foe Foe, Sawed Off, Cell Block, Full Clip] Put one hand on your money! (Put the other in the air!) Recognize the money green! (When the Rydas up in here!) Put one hand on your money! (Put the other in the air!) Recognize the money green! (When the Rydas up in here!) Put one hand on your money! (Put the other in the air!) Recognize the money green! (When the Rydas up in here!) Put one hand on your money! (Put the other in the air!) Recognize the money green! (When the Rydas up in here!)

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  • Violent J
  • Shaggy 2 Dope
  • Anybody Killa
  • Blaze Ya Dead Homie
  • Monoxide
  • Madrox