Funny Money (feat. Talib Kweli)

Madlib

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    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

    Mr. International, passport pimpin
    City street dweller, every asphault 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 witcha funny money

    Yeah, uhh, yeah, hehehehehe, ehyeah, yo

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

    Hey, hey, hey
    C'mon
    Uh
    Whoa

    Illegal business control America
    Illegal immigration, gun control hysteria
    The war on terror, war on drug, now everybody have vices
    So we still gettin higher than gas prices
    Yeah we have righteous MC's, ready to infilitrate
    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

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    Composición: Madlib

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