Let the Money Burn - Dom Kennedy

Lets get this cash

Lets get this cash

Lets get this cash

What’s up what’s up what’s up what’s up with you niggas

Oh y’all stunting

You got thirty houses, why y’all fronting?

Quit playing I ain’t impressed by small numbers

Talk chunkier, ever seen the 911 parked all up on the curb?

Just left my grandmomma house, we used to hit that

Don’t make me smoke this whole bag till it’s emptied out

King of the south, when he went to jail

I said damn they just love to see a nigga fail

Imma keep it facts, I don’t fuck with rap

Shit is only temporary like you fix a flat

And I’m a real player, like a Thunderbird

I just go up in value, let me do my turn

Please let the money burn, never kiss and tell

I don’t got time for it baby, not if it smell

I like mine well done, make it clap

Please look me in my eyes when you fuck me back

Karl Malone with the mail, right on time huh

Just want everything to sound like vagina

This a business call, you can get the axe

Same nigga everyday, just a different track

Yeah

Yeah

Bout my business, uh

I been coppin bands, like I’m flipping packs

I whisper in her ear, gimme that can’t leave it up to chance

Ready for my first pitch, putting something in the music that can make the

Earth skip

Rockin Vans, off white man you know it

Got some friends coming through hoping that she don’t blow it

Bitch you had your time, now we quick to smash

She wear that little pink skirt just to get me mad

I don’t like to brag, I been through some real shit

Back when MTV was playing videos with Will Smith

When she lived in a different neighborhood I still went

Her mom kicked me out on the street when she got home

Im bout it

Im bout it

You can ask that nigga BD he can vouch for us

New beat, new flow

New spots, new rose

Gotta get this cash

Gotta get this cash

New beats, new —

New spots, new-

Gotta get this cash

Cash

4 in the morning and I’m still up

Cash

Cash

Cash