Eyceman - Money Make You $adder Lyrics

I'm riding shotgun with a shotgun in my lap
We about to shoot Ricky again
F*ck you boof pack buddies
We only smoking allowed in the whip
With bad bitches who acquired common sense
Not just broad with the black Chyna butt and Pamela Lee's tits too
I got a whole crew of friends
Who parents straight gave them the world
But I always had to do this by myself
My momma just a junkie homie
Nigga what the f*ck is wealth
I'm about to tie this belt around my neck
All this stress probably why a nigga never sleeping barley eating
I'm always writting rhyming tho
Hey, I'm like David Bowie mixed wit Big Poppa hoe

But it's all over now thank for you coming to my motherf*cking show
Comin' to my motherf*cking show woah oh oh, hey hey
You could give me the money, the cars, and the clothes
I'll probably be still be sad tho
Just another sad boy singing
Please don't call the cops
I know the loud pack reekin'
But bitch we was already leaving
Life just a long boring book
With no motherf*ckin' meaning

I'm writing songs to feed my family what the f*ck a mansion
We gon get this bread start expanding
Ain't no telling where the F*ck we landing
We jammin' lockdown In San Diego like I'm Quentin jammer
Lyrically my flows like Thor
Cause I always throw the hammer no romancing allowed
Out in Dallas diamonds dancing pracin'
It's 6 in the morning and Sway still ain't got no f*cking answers
Niggas leechin' leave ya pockets looking like they died from
Cancer
My bars hard but I promise that I'm mild mannered
Been in love Dakota Fanning
But if I wife the bitch her parents probably try to get Eyceman to go line dancing
I can feel that time is of the essence
These lines is critical
But in the end it's still f*ck the critics
They gon' smile in yo face but behind ya back call you nigga moon cricket
But I won't even get offended, cause shit nigga
You live and you learn
Take a pill and you sip
Now yo ash in the urn this that Music for the Dark and Stormy Weather in case you forgot
What the Eyceman was on
This that music for the dark and stormy weather
Just making music, that match the color of my soul
It's 27 gang bitch

But it's all over now thank for you coming to my motherf*cking show
Comin' to my motherf*cking show woah oh oh
But it's all over now thank for you coming to my motherf*cking show
Comin' to my motherf*cking show woah oh oh, hey hey