Intro whispering: Let's talk about money Get money Common Sense want the money Let's talk about money. Common Sense: I... be... the one they call Peavey I'm Poe as Edgar Allen But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin Ynot: You got a design masterwind Not Never The Less Fresh like L addresss yes the LS's here I appear on piers with my peers The Imperial like margerin, I'm butter Yes like Bel-Air Common Sense: Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time It's time for some perculator I circulate around the block Black to get me a six pack a half of Harrow's chicken A good combination, when I get bubbly I do it in moderation 1 brew, 1 brew, I said 1 brew at a time Ynot: Well I'm a two timer of women that'll 3 times a lady Ms. Haiti say Sade and my Ms.Golper say "Yo whoop there it is" call me E cause I equal MC's squared In the bed marks know I got the key to get the girls Noses open like the vapors, more pub than the papers More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid Common Sense: Yo, I didn't grow up up po po but once you get grown and out on your own Bills apon bills apon bills is what you have Before you get your check than you already spend half See I make money, money doesn't make me I'm a reflection of my section and section 8 Ynot: Enough, I own 8 sections of the world, where I'm sexin' 8 girls Where I have them comin' in (ugh) 8 seconds I told Victoria her Secret you suck life a crest I Ultrawhite my secretery, I went to Tibet To bet on a horse you bet your life Mine was better and now your deader, than a (door knob) eeea wrong Hook: Ynot: So what's your name? Common Sense: I'm the Com that wrote Com Sense, and when I don't got scratch I do feel tense, and if you give your money to a broad yous a dummy Ynot: Cause without the money "Ain't a damn thing funny" (X3) Ynot: THese rhymes I exchange like stock, I'm live like stock I rock like Prudential, making ha ha from O That's mucho denero, like Robert Denero, Irob Berts denero A hero like the sandwich, a man which has mills like Stephanie Mills Dills like pickels, I'm fancy man like tickles LIKE (the french) Not Johnny but like a Bench I press on like glue I stand like Lee while you stagger like Lee Most likely I'll gagger that bullish I pull ish like a magnet A dragnet, I don't drag I gets net income, yo bums I rush like adrenaline I'm royal when I flush, your highest hush will get mushed like a sleigh dog I saw dogs who are under me, I over man, call me Doverman Cause I'm a Pincer of pennies that's pretty, then you see green from all money I spend (what you do?) I stay fresh like mint from mint I ment my mint, know what I mean? I'm nice Real friendly like an officer, friendly and a gentleman Friendly like neighbors, not Jim but like Homer I got attention salute I kill loot but won't dilute, even if I threw garbage on the ground I couldn't pollute, man, I'm too rich for that, Biiitch Hook: Common Sense: So what's your name? Ynot: I'm Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht (uh ha) Essentials and credentials and honies at my feet (come on) And when I walk the street I'm never looking bummy Common Sense: Cause without the money "Ain't a damn thing funny" Comm: Ok there was a black man a white man and a chinnese man The black man of coarse he was po (yeah) THe white man. He was rich (uh ha) And the chinnese man, he owned a store (alright c'mon) Ok the blackman lived on Beech Street The white man lived on Wall Street And the chinnese man's store is where they all meet Not really on the good foot Because the white man kept steppin' on the black man's toes And in his shoes there were holes But the white man didn't care, shit he didn't have to wear it (uh ha) He scratched that pad he got from his parents, with his tight ass He would of been poor white trash, but anyway Everyday the blackman would ask for some spare change But Adam, the white man would stare strange So the black man got fed up cause wasn't nobody feedin' him and feedin' him And took red by his neck and started beatin' him and beatin' him The chinnese man got noyd and broke out like a peon And now the blackman own the store and the name of it is Leons (what's that?) Barbeque that is. Rib tips hotsuace, mild sauce, fries
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Copy to Clipboard: Intro whispering: Let's talk about money Get money Common Sense want the money Let's talk about money. Common Sense: I... be... the one they call Peavey I'm Poe as Edgar Allen But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin Ynot: You got a design masterwind Not Never The Less Fresh like L addresss yes the LS's here I appear on piers with my peers The Imperial like margerin, I'm butter Yes like Bel-Air Common Sense: Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time It's time for some perculator I circulate around the block Black to get me a six pack a half of Harrow's chicken A good combination, when I get bubbly I do it in moderation 1 brew, 1 brew, I said 1 brew at a time Ynot: Well I'm a two timer of women that'll 3 times a lady Ms. Haiti say Sade and my Ms.Golper say "Yo whoop there it is" call me E cause I equal MC's squared In the bed marks know I got the key to get the girls Noses open like the vapors, more pub than the papers More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid Common Sense: Yo, I didn't grow up up po po but once you get grown and out on your own Bills apon bills apon bills is what you have Before you get your check than you already spend half See I make money, money doesn't make me I'm a reflection of my section and section 8 Ynot: Enough, I own 8 sections of the world, where I'm sexin' 8 girls Where I have them comin' in (ugh) 8 seconds I told Victoria her Secret you suck life a crest I Ultrawhite my secretery, I went to Tibet To bet on a horse you bet your life Mine was better and now your deader, than a (door knob) eeea wrong Hook: Ynot: So what's your name? Common Sense: I'm the Com that wrote Com Sense, and when I don't got scratch I do feel tense, and if you give your money to a broad yous a dummy Ynot: Cause without the money "Ain't a damn thing funny" (X3) Ynot: THese rhymes I exchange like stock, I'm live like stock I rock like Prudential, making ha ha from O That's mucho denero, like Robert Denero, Irob Berts denero A hero like the sandwich, a man which has mills like Stephanie Mills Dills like pickels, I'm fancy man like tickles LIKE (the french) Not Johnny but like a Bench I press on like glue I stand like Lee while you stagger like Lee Most likely I'll gagger that bullish I pull ish like a magnet A dragnet, I don't drag I gets net income, yo bums I rush like adrenaline I'm royal when I flush, your highest hush will get mushed like a sleigh dog I saw dogs who are under me, I over man, call me Doverman Cause I'm a Pincer of pennies that's pretty, then you see green from all money I spend (what you do?) I stay fresh like mint from mint I ment my mint, know what I mean? I'm nice Real friendly like an officer, friendly and a gentleman Friendly like neighbors, not Jim but like Homer I got attention salute I kill loot but won't dilute, even if I threw garbage on the ground I couldn't pollute, man, I'm too rich for that, Biiitch Hook: Common Sense: So what's your name? Ynot: I'm Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht (uh ha) Essentials and credentials and honies at my feet (come on) And when I walk the street I'm never looking bummy Common Sense: Cause without the money "Ain't a damn thing funny" Comm: Ok there was a black man a white man and a chinnese man The black man of coarse he was po (yeah) THe white man. He was rich (uh ha) And the chinnese man, he owned a store (alright c'mon) Ok the blackman lived on Beech Street The white man lived on Wall Street And the chinnese man's store is where they all meet Not really on the good foot Because the white man kept steppin' on the black man's toes And in his shoes there were holes But the white man didn't care, shit he didn't have to wear it (uh ha) He scratched that pad he got from his parents, with his tight ass He would of been poor white trash, but anyway Everyday the blackman would ask for some spare change But Adam, the white man would stare strange So the black man got fed up cause wasn't nobody feedin' him and feedin' him And took red by his neck and started beatin' him and beatin' him The chinnese man got noyd and broke out like a peon And now the blackman own the store and the name of it is Leons (what's that?) Barbeque that is. Rib tips hotsuace, mild sauce, fries
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