Lyrics:
your ill
Where'd you get your funk from (where'd you get that funk from?)
Hey, name that feeling
Would you trade your funk for what's behind
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
to be
They told me take my time
When writin' for you, pen it carefully
I said, "Nah fuck that i'm disrespectful"
You gonna have to smack ya
Mother
would have themselves a workout man and I got
That on tape. Now I'm gonna play these tapes for people on the street and see
If they know the difference
say (uh)
I admit I can't spell for shit
I admit that all I hear is hits (oh)
I admit that I couldn't read the teleprompter
When the Grammy's asked
money or a pay up
Thats an easy bunny nothin but a layup
I'm not here to cater most of you are comin for the paper
Who doin the favor you duller than
That it'll pay off
Switch up to the way off (switch up to the way off)
Money on my mind and one day I'm gonna take off (and one day I'm gonna take off)
Cuz if we fighting over money, you gon need you a nurse
Now I ain't trying to fight
Just trynna hop me a flight
So make sure that deposit hits me by
I said ayo
Ayo
I need some cash but see the pay slow
Pay slow
I need some money by today though
Day though
I need some money by today
Today
I must
Yeah
Girl if you mine
You know what I'm gone do for you
I'm gone put you on my pay roll
Iced money baby
Yeah
Uh now she love me for my ambition
much will you pay me though?
The song was not a hit on the radio
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Are you gonna play me, though?
This song was never meant for
If it gets the funds for your foundation
Every time I start to feel defensive
I remember vinyl is expensive!
Maybe one!
Dot by dot, building up
If it gets the funds for your foundation
Every time I start to feel defensive
I remember vinyl is expensive!
Maybe one!
Dot by dot, building up
the game
So don't hit me up when I'm taken by the fame
Fame is gonna haunt you, fame is gonna break you
Fame is gonna make you wish that they had all
these 808 that we make
For the money man im always in the chase
Putting in the work like a slave
Like i know this ish is gonna pay
Coz i do it daily like
for it
I swear that I'm working for it
I swear that I'm working for it Yeayeaaayeaa
They gotta pay 4 it
They gotta pay 4 it
They gotta pay 4 it I
a bad bitch born to ball
And when you go to jail, fuck nigga, don't call
You want me to stay, nigga you gonna pay
Gimme that doe, playboy don't play
For
your ill
Where'd you get your funk from (where'd you get that funk from?)
Hey, name that feeling
Would you trade your funk for what's behind
shatter (pay no attention)
Police wearing riot gear, black child scatters (he scared)
Imagine all the pain and the hate that he takes with 'em
Wanna make
about pearlies
And she gon' gimme that top surely
I'm gonna get me some cash (cash)
Yeah I had to run up them digits (digits)
I had to sit down and go
stealin' on the side to survive
They say taxes gonna pay for the plan
I think Sam takin' grams out the bag
Uncle Sam takin' grams out the bag
I think
for every stack
Steadily climbing I'm not stopping
I'm the spark that keeps flying, I'm just popping
The game is in my hands, no ball is gonna be
[chorus]
Fuck nigga that's enough said.
See a bitch is only good for a duck head.(quacka)
USD, Grade A pure jaw-jacka
Low self-esteem nigga can't out
a bitch is only good for a duck head.(quacka)
USD, Grade A pure jaw-jacka
Low self-esteem nigga can't out mack her
Bring her to the world of a low down
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