Ninja Money lyrics

[Chorus]
Them motherf*ckers said I wouldn't blow
They said that I wasn't spitting dope, man
Til my sh*t starts spreading coast-to-coast
Now that's your ass, Mr. Dope Man (They never should have gave a ninja money)
The game is all f*cked up now
The game is all f*cked up now
(They never should have gave a ninja money)
The game is all f*cked up now
The rap game is all f*cked up now!
(They never should have gave a ninja money)

[Verse 1]
Yo
This is real n*gga-jitsu
If I don't like you I won't pretend to
All you motherf*ckers pulling b*tch moves
That's alright, cause I just got a f*cking check from Ingrooves
They never should have gave a n*gga money, not this dude
Signed with Magic Ninja, sh*t was kinda suspenseful
Showed up with katanas them n*ggas thought I was Tenchu
f*ck what you been through, if you ever got a record deal
Your label would probably have to reinvent you
Don't believe the hype, or the lies and the rumors
I still got the filth to supply the consumers
Inside of the sewers, I hide from pursuers
Eating f*cking rats deep-fried on a skewer
Now everybody talking about G-Mo Skee
Cause I p*ssed the world off with a sweet sixteen
I had a bad b*tch with me, but she OD
So I fleed the scene going superhero speeds (pew!)
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[Verse 2]
When it comes to filth, I'm the godfather
Better handcuff your b*tch or she's in hot water
You can be a c*ck-blocker, you'll still find my di*k inside her mouth
It's the everlasting gob-stopper (hahah)
They said my music made the students brawl
But the special ed students tell me that my music's raw
Now I'm a super-star
Bars sounding like Slim Shady and Bizarre
Did the f*cking fusion, huh
I'm not the n*gga you should sleep on, buddy
I was a beast ever since I used to pee on Huggies
Bring a mic to the stage so I could leave y'all bloody
DJ Kev bring the tables like D-von Dudley
And most of y'all n*ggas been writing rap lyrics wrong
Yeah I heard his name before but I ain't hear the n*gga's songs
I drop a spirit bomb, leave his f*cking village gone
We could never get along, n*ggas getting sh*tted on!

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[Verse 3]
When my baby was born, all I had was ninety bucks
Now I'm rolling fat-ass chops no more tiny blunts
f*cking with G-Mo, that's a death-defying stunt
You muh'f*ckas must be on ice like the mighty ducks
If you jocking my style I demand a fight
He said my rhyme was too fresh so he had to bite
I'm the best rapper that was born after Christ
Eat your f*cking heart and wash it down with a can of sprite
Perform a human sacrifice at my last show
f*cking Goat Head, pentagram, and a black robe
If you feel froggish, leap and get smashed on
I'm giving n*ggas wedgies and hanging them from a flag pole
I made a video bashing J Cole's rap flow
The fans were like "G-Mo, shut up, you ain't that dope
"Take your ass directly to jail and don't pass go
"Or collect two-hundred dollars, as*h*le" (He's whack, though!)
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