Money Klip Lyrics - Mr. Shadow

Sicc Dogg 

Street Life 

This is for all my motherfucking ballers 

Money clockers and them 

[Chorus] 

Got my khakis all creased up 

Me and my homies all sleeped up 

Keep my pockets all greased up 

Chips and the money clip all day 

Hood banging through this rap shit to get paid 

I'm all about money, rapping, and smoking weed up 

And this family, believe we all sleaved up 

Creep up like an army ready for war 

We can smoke a whole crowd like crime, searching for more 

Never enough, life is tough in the ghetto 

Either you're balling or you're trying to get your case settled 

Nothing petty, getting feri on the daily 

Can't risk it for bullshit, I gotta feed my baby 

Shady motherfuckers, I keep them at a distance 

I got your heart pumping like a piston, listen 

You got it twisted thinking I'm a broke man 

A young stupid motherfucker with no plans 

No brands, no loaded weapon in my hand 

Taking shit from me? No chance 

You slow dance with the devil 

'cause I've worked too damn hard to get to this level 

[Chorus x2] 

If you don't have dough for Mr. Shadow 

Then what you here for, there's the door, you gotta go 

Responsible for every move like a chess game 

Your next step gives or takes away your next aim 

Fast pay is the way I live 

Never had to clock in 219 to 56 

When shit gets harder you gotta get stronger 

They say we got a long life, homey make it longer 

Watch who you talk to, money talks when it wants to 

Makes the world spin like it has to 

Don't let me catch you dipping in my cookie jar 

I can tell who the G's and the rookies are 

The way we ball is paranormal 

Jotos envy us, they want photos 

Can't see gangsters doing a ride 

Want us working like a slave or doing some time 

Fuck them all 

[Chorus] 

Pit bossing, Sicc Dogging, clocking, stacking dollars 

Back handing, smacking all you wanna be shot callers 

You ain't ballers you're stallers 

But when you're ready to do big things go ahead and call us 

Better involve us or else you're gonna face problems 

Two feet away from you the shape of revolvers 

And if you try to make moves I'ma hear of it 

Too damn good at bossing, made a career of it 

So stand clear of it, or get rushed with it 

You talk about it motherfucker, I live it 

[Chorus x2]