Makin' Your Money

[Chorus: Mitchy Slick] Put the snow in the Pyrex pot and smash it It's Tuesday and they gaffin', keep making your money To all my certified P.I.'s in Chucks and crushing the box Tell that bitch to hit the blade and keep making your money To all my white collar check poppers and fake plastic shoppers Hit the store and keep making your money Break a bitch, shake the zip, wash the check, cash it I ain't mad at cha, homie, keep making your money [Verse 1: Xzibit] This ain't fiction, I'm not flossin', I walk in a bank often A soldier that won't soften, I'm bustin', I'm not tossin' I'm caught, then I'm not talkin' We bangin', you just barkin' What the fuck are we sparkin'? It's kush, nigga, stop coughin' Got money like Bin Laden, won't see me in no coffin Pump fakin' and shit talkin', the chickens, they been hawkin' To my niggas that's still walkin', let it do what it do, partner Get your weight up and stay up, keep making your money This is business, it's not pleasure You niggas will not, never Ever be on my level, never; it's deep and you can't measure I'm smelling like movie money, you smelling like English Leather The West can be taken over if niggas could get together I say what I say clever, so now we can do whatever Bring out the heavy metal to settle the vendetta I came with a gameplan and left in a gray Phantom Don't worry 'bout me, keep making your money [Verse 2: Mitchy Slick] In the land where the bandanna's the code And niggas that never roll get Chuck T's in their asshole An opportunity to stand where the cracker go Is not given to these hustlers, it's smashed for Only provens get to serve on the local block Swerve, drop turns in something candy without no top I hear the hate in the streets from 'cross town Say they want my head, they musta heard I got a GT, uh I wonder if they heard I got me some heat Some shit so big it look like it should ride on back of a Jeep Making your money, nigga, or watch me do me Flaming red 750 with the offset feet [Chorus: Mitchy Slick] Put the snow in the Pyrex pot and smash it It's Tuesday and they gaffin', keep making your money To all my certified P.I.'s in Chucks and crushing the box Tell that bitch to hit the blade and keep making your money To all my white collar check poppers and fake plastic shoppers Hit the store and keep making your money Break a bitch, shake the zip, wash the check, cash it I ain't mad at cha, homie, keep making your money [Verse 3: Mitchy Slick] Add it, multiply it, however, nigga, we just Find who supplies it and buy it Saran wrap it, get the Y.B.'s to drive it Before law did that punk shit, we used to just tie it and fly it Via a bia's back, soon as I hear Touchdown from the homies, we back low-ridin' Life of a Cali blow salesman, homies need guns and lawyers So I stay mailing feathered friends Down south to my relatives and them So who am I to judge baby girl for selling trim? Long as a baybay got new J's in the trim I'ma tell her keep hustling, keep making your money But watch for the fettucines, 'cause nowadays They paying these broke niggas to blab about all the Lamborghinis [Chorus: Mitchy Slick] Put the snow in the Pyrex pot and smash it It's Tuesday and they gaffin', keep making your money To all my certified P.I.'s in Chucks and crushing the box Tell that bitch to hit the blade and keep making your money To all my white collar check poppers and fake plastic shoppers Hit the store and keep making your money Break a bitch, shake the zip, wash the check, cash it I ain't mad at cha, homie, keep making your money