Funny Money

[Intro]

Yeah

Ladies, make it hot, girls, make it hot

Ladies, make it hot, girls, make it hot

Ladies, make it hot, girls, make it hot

[Verse 1]

Mr. International, passport pimpin'

City street dweller, every asphalt different

Hittin' with Jean and The Roots, my man Black Thought rippin'

Now a glass goes whistlin', my rap flow's switchin' up

Wait, the promoter bitchin' – is this asshole trippin'?

Why my cash flow missin'?

Don't fuck around, this is how I make a livin'

Stop, listen, get the guap'

My kids can't eat my love for Hip-Hop

This ain't the circus, I don't see no big top

So who ya tryin to clown? Your money like Chris Rock

Don't make me laugh wit'ya funny money (Funny money)

[Adlibs over samples]

Yeah, uhh, yeah, hehehehehe, eh-yeah, yo

[Verse 2]

These promoters shady and they good for broken promises

Some of them scared of the hood, so they only promote the colleges

I'm havin' problems with excuses

Especially when it comes to my money and the contract is exclusive

They sell the tickets wit'cha name up in lights an' shit

But when it's time to pay, they came up with all type of shit

One tried to pay me in marijuana

The crowd was so thin, he blamed Osama and the Twin Tower bombers

In my pocket like a thief and there ain't no honor

Livin' all reckless, like there ain't no karma

You ain't on punishment, I ain't your mama

I just had to expose the truth like Leonardo DaVinci when he paint Madonna

[Adlibs over samples]

Hey, hey, hey

C'mon

Uh

Whoa

[Verse 3]

Illegal business control America

Illegal immigration, gun control hysteria

The 'War on Terror', 'War on Drugs', now everybody have vices

So we still gettin' higher than gas prices

Yeah, we have righteous MC's

Ready to infiltrate the system like a disease

And bring it right to its knees

Who ain't fuckin with the pay-for-play – that shit is gay

Get down with Blacksmith, or get the fuck out the way

E'rything's straight! Just get out from under the table

I'm not a pimp runnin' a stable

I'm a kid with a vision, runnin' a label

With the freshest MC's with somethin' to say too

We cuttin' the umbilical cord from the navel

Willin' and able to change the game for the better

A lot of crews claim they together

Then they fall apart and blame it on cheddar

Please! I stay professional in all my endeavors

So we about to blow like Parliament in 'V for Vendetta'

They try to get you with the funny money (Funny Money)