In The Money by Shad Fer Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Gotta get the money,gotta get the money,never had it
Treasure it forever,pledge the pleasure shall ever be everlasting
Spend it on a level headed red head that I met at a ms America pageant
It isn’t fair I’m a rapper
She knows I’m from the ghetto,just another sell out
With a spending limit bigger than the government would let him have
Half because I’m black,happy with my stacks
Spitting explicit lyrics the children mimicking it back
Sitting in the lac,I’m a mac,pretty chickens in my lap
My trigger finger tickles and she laughs,but I’m simply different
Cause I ain’t strictly pimpin
And I can’t lie I’d love if I could ride with 50 women
All wearing silky linen,but life be givin lemons
Sour now but I devour it like a melon
Dope lines,spit crack,gift wrap that and sell it
Niggas know why my supply is a blessing
Dealer turn your lemons in to sour diesel in a second
Any other apostle would’ve forfeited quick and left him
But Jesus is the bredren,I feed him and give him beverage
Respect him as a connect,I can’t wait to see him in heaven
After I serve this long life sentence
I hope that my words hit strong like Samson
Let the pillars fall,followed by ceiling and the wall
If I die the whole world might as well end it all
I ball,Chris Paul send the ball Lebron
Shaddy intercepts that and slams it
East coast,West coast,all them applaud
Aww Lord,I'm about to get a call from Kendrick
Coach gonna bench him,never to be mentioned
Unless he could spar with the all city champion
Second we start,the referee eject him
He sensed my aura and he felt he should protect him
Slaughter with a vengeance,all of you defenseless
Senseless to bench-press,mind over matter any time that I’m wrestling
Turn tigers and lions domestic,never gonna die from your death-wish
Do not be fooled,I make objects move with optics
Turn em into toxic ooze
Fly higher than a cockpit on a rocket fuel
Busting down doors with my locksmith tools
Gonna get the money,I just wanna get the money
These checks equal respect to you dummies
Once I get paid,nobody could take it from me
Donate what I saved and give the rest to my mommy
Cash rules every around me,the cream
Pretty girls everywhere around me,the dream
Crew never doubts me,I’m down for my team
Soon time for the rap game to crown me king,you a queen
Gotta get the money,gotta get the money,never had it
Treasure it forever,pledge the pleasure shall ever be everlasting
Spend it on a level headed red head that I met at a ms America pageant
It isn’t fair I’m a rapper
She knows I’m from the ghetto,just another sell out
With a spending limit bigger than the government would let him have
Half because I’m black,happy with my stacks
Spitting explicit lyrics the children mimicking it back
Sitting in the lac,I’m a mac,pretty chickens in my lap
My trigger finger tickles and she laughs,but I’m simply different
Cause I ain’t strictly pimpin
And I can’t lie I’d love if I could ride with 50 women
All wearing silky linen,but life be givin lemons
Sour now but I devour it like a melon
Dope lines,spit crack,gift wrap that and sell it
Niggas know why my supply is a blessing
Dealer turn your lemons in to sour diesel in a second
Any other apostle would’ve forfeited quick and left him
But Jesus is the bredren,I feed him and give him beverage
Respect him as a connect,I can’t wait to see him in heaven
After I serve this long life sentence
I hope that my words hit strong like Samson
Let the pillars fall,followed by ceiling and the wall
If I die the whole world might as well end it all
I ball,Chris Paul send the ball Lebron
Shaddy intercepts that and slams it
East coast,West coast,all them applaud
Aww Lord,I'm about to get a call from Kendrick
Coach gonna bench him,never to be mentioned
Unless he could spar with the all city champion
Second we start,the referee eject him
He sensed my aura and he felt he should protect him
Slaughter with a vengeance,all of you defenseless
Senseless to bench-press,mind over matter any time that I’m wrestling
Turn tigers and lions domestic,never gonna die from your death-wish
Do not be fooled,I make objects move with optics
Turn em into toxic ooze
Fly higher than a cockpit on a rocket fuel
Busting down doors with my locksmith tools
Gonna get the money,I just wanna get the money
These checks equal respect to you dummies
Once I get paid,nobody could take it from me
Donate what I saved and give the rest to my mommy
Cash rules every around me,the cream
Pretty girls everywhere around me,the dream
Crew never doubts me,I’m down for my team
Soon time for the rap game to crown me king,you a queen