Makin’ Money Smokin’ lyrics

by

Young Buck


[Chorus: La the Darkman]
Makin' money smokin' weed
n*gga front, a n*gga bleed
Makin' money f*ckin' hoes
n*gga, that's just how it goes
Makin' money smokin' weed
n*gga front, a n*gga bleed
Makin' money f*ckin' hoes
n*gga, that's just how it goes
Makin' money smokin' weed
n*gga front, a n*gga bleed
Makin' money f*ckin' hoes
n*gga, that's just how it goes
Makin' money smokin' weed
n*gga front, a n*gga bleed
Makin' money f*ckin' hoes
n*gga, that's just how it goes

[Verse 1: Willie the Kid]
This ain't rap it's a drive-by
This sh*t is real catch ya man slipin' walkin' outta Popeyes
The bullets fly through yo' bag fly through yo' drink
The bullets cut a man down, blood on your mink
There's blood in the street, you see the crowd formin'
You had a show for the the crowd, you puttin' on a performance
Take a bow, it's kinda hard you on the ground twitchin'
Your brotha hopin' you recover, downtown snitchin'
"I know who did it, them n*ggas from the other side
They recognize my face, and know ma brother ride"
Meanwhile in the hood Chevy's still rollin', the fiends still smokin'
The cops still patrollin', sing sing is the shooters, the gargoyles
How you want it you can get it beef charbroiled
The Mongolian, we get them forties in
Down South traffickin', bring your homie in
[Chorus: La the Darkman]
Makin' money smokin' weed
n*gga front, a n*gga bleed
Makin' money f*ckin' hoes
n*gga, that's just how it goes
Makin' money smokin' weed
n*gga front, a n*gga bleed
Makin' money f*ckin' hoes
n*gga, that's just how it goes
Makin' money smokin' weed
n*gga front, a n*gga bleed
Makin' money f*ckin' hoes
n*gga, that's just how it goes
Makin' money smokin' weed
n*gga front, a n*gga bleed
Makin' money f*ckin' hoes
n*gga, that's just how it goes

[Verse 2: Willie the Kid]
Welcome to the Midwest, firearm central
Mad traphouses, and dope fiend rentals
In the club stuntin', we sweatin' mad b*tches
Airbrushed 2Pac, backdrop pictures
Flick it up homie, lift it up homie
Hennesy it's a tab, pick it up homie
You pick it up n*gga, I ain't payin' for sh*t
I'll see you outside I'm sprayin' ma sh*t
[Chorus: La the Darkman]
Makin' money smokin' weed
n*gga front, a n*gga bleed
Makin' money f*ckin' hoes
n*gga, that's just how it goes
Makin' money smokin' weed
n*gga front, a n*gga bleed
Makin' money f*ckin' hoes
n*gga, that's just how it goes
Makin' money smokin' weed
n*gga front, a n*gga bleed
Makin' money f*ckin' hoes
n*gga, that's just how it goes
Makin' money smokin' weed
n*gga front, a n*gga bleed
Makin' money f*ckin' hoes
n*gga, that's just how it goes

[Verse 3: Willie the Kid]
All I see is money, weed, and crack
Police cars and guns
Leather coats and Cartiers, Air Ones
Where I'm from it's real, for the cromas we kill
For a piece of the pie, somebody gotta die
And not to mention the whole thing
A ki lloyd buck fifty yo' face, no cold creme
It's mad obituaries, printed up like Kinko's
We gettin' money, gettin' high, n*gga poppin' click o
[Chorus: La the Darkman]
Makin' money smokin' weed
n*gga front, a n*gga bleed
Makin' money f*ckin' hoes
n*gga, that's just how it goes
Makin' money smokin' weed
n*gga front, a n*gga bleed
Makin' money f*ckin' hoes
n*gga, that's just how it goes
Makin' money smokin' weed
n*gga front, a n*gga bleed
Makin' money f*ckin' hoes
n*gga, that's just how it goes
Makin' money smokin' weed
n*gga front, a n*gga bleed
Makin' money f*ckin' hoes
n*gga, that's just how it goes

[Outro: DJ Drama]
See it used to be money, power, respect
Now it's money, power, respect and hip hop
And it take a nation of millions to hold us back
Call me Public Enemy number one
n*gga, AMG, Embassy
This is how it's done
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