Makin' Money Smokin Lyrics - Dj Drama

[Chorus - LA the Darkman] 

Makin' money smokin' weed nigga front a nigga bleed makin' money fuckin' hoes nigga thats just how it goes 

Makin' money smokin' weed nigga front a nigga bleed makin' money fuckin' hoes nigga thats just how it goes 

[Verse 1 - Willie the Kid] 

This ain't rap it's a drive-by 

This shit 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 niggas 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] 

{Makin' money smokin' weed nigga front a nigga bleed makin' money fuckin' hoes nigga thats just how it goes}x4 

[Verse 2 - Willie the Kid] 

Welcome to the Midwest, firearm central 

Mad traphouses, and dope fiend rentals 

In the club stuntin', we sweatin' mad bitches 

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 nigga, I ain't payin' for shit 

I'll see you outside I'm sprayin' ma shit 

[Chorus] 

{Makin' money smokin' weed nigga frontin' nigga bleed makin' money fuckin' hoes nigga thats just how it goes}x4 

[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, nigga poppin' click o 

[Chorus] 

{Makin' money smokin' weed nigga frontin' nigga bleed makin' money fuckin' hoes nigga thats just how it goes}x4 

[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 

Nigga, AMG, Embassy 

This is how it's done