Put Some Money On It Lyrics - Slaughterhouse

Yeah, Don Colito flyin' out a Tito 

The further I get the ground look more mosquito 

Dutch burnin', other hand big Mojito 

I don't mean Dorito when I say (put some money on it) 

Yeah, you ain't really all around all that stuff 

The coke, the crack, the guns, heard 'bout enough 

They said, "Yo Donny, you gonna really sign with Puff?" 

I said I'd love to, yo it's Diddy (put some money on it) 

Take that boy, I'm the L.O.X. jeetah 

Tattooed up in a white wife-beater 

Aston Vanquish parked at the meter 

I forgot to feed her, better go (put some money on it) 

Yeah, now they all love the Don G 

I'm on B.T. more than Leprechaun 3 

They say I'm on fire, it don't hurt when I pee 

I don't layaway, only y'all (put some money on it) 

Uhh, yaowa! 

Put your guap up hot stuff, you not tough 

Let's play a game of Trouble and when I pop up. poop 

It's with the glock tucked, crocked up in a dropped up 

low like you know how this go (put some money on it) 

I'm a product of the corner 

Cornered the market with the product I would offer, slaughtered the garbage 

Slide a condom on your daughter on the floor in the projects 

Homeboy I make more than a promise (put some money on it) 

I know the amount of hate that my worth sparks 

But I ain't goin' nowhere like a birthmark 

I pound puppies before they get to they first bark 

Anybody wanna get they first spark? (put some money on it) 

Hey, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue? 

Your words so faint they collapsed in your lungs 

Put some bass in your voice like you snacked on a drum 

Watch my fist make a track on your gums (put some money on it) 

Never been whack so that ain't one of my issues 

Get my bread and take care of my pistols 

Soon as I open a brick you can see the crystals 

Soon as the piff come in you can (put some money on it) 

Trust me it's important, shoot it or snort it 

Oxy's, Delotis, profit is gorgeous 

Stay off the phone cause the calls are recorded 

And if you can afford it then you better (put some money on it) 

Tryin' to be a diamond in the game I been one 

Killin' niggaz with the flow, H1N1 

You can get a buck-fifty quick, a thin one 

Before rap I had a drug dealer's income (put some money on it) 

Master Jason, God on the rocks with a splash of Satan 

Stash right here with the ratchet waitin', since you hatin' 

Name the place and the date and (put some money on it) 

Never trust niggas no further than I can throw 'em 

Long with the razor and the doctor can't sew 'em 

Said I as the hardest out, now I gotta show 'em 

Cocksucker doubted me, I owe 'em (put some money on it) 

You could be that dude in semen shoes 

or the next soft nigga on this evening's news 

Rap beef, street beef, breeze through crews 

Freeze, handguns, machine guns (put some money on it) 

I don't even need guns, play me like I'm poppa shit 

End up with a hawk in your esophagus 

Hardest nigga to walk in the metropolis 

Genocide mixed with apocalypse (put some money on it) 

Kill niggas real easy dog 

Ghost in the flesh, fuck a Ouija Board 

Drop top Beamer with the BBs on 

Gun in your face, and I ain't shoot BB's dog (put some money on it) 

Slaughterhouse 

Slaughter gon' be runnin' you over, over a century 

You ain't one of The L.O.X., you don't flow nowhere near me 

You ain't Tip, Ali Shaheed, Phife 

Nigga you probably The Lower End Theory (put some money on it) 

You still doin' 'shows for fifty seats 

Still writin' rhymes 'bout LeBron that's with the Heat 

Still writin' raps 'bout Kat and Chippy D 

My next freestyle I'm a blast through WikiLeaks (put some money on it) 

Maserati ridin' with that Mary on 

It's a black and white thing, call that chick Arione 

Talkin' all that shit you a fuckin' fag 

I do you like a Louis duffle bag, at the airport (put some money on it) 

Bitch, a carry on, my head growin' 

Gettin' my Barry on, lead throwin' 

With necessary while you puttin' on a show for them hoes 

Gettin' your Tyler Perry on, c'mon (put some money on it) 

Uh, my mic manners is quite mannish 

I got these young bitches tongue flippin' just like Spanish 

You gotta feed her just to hit it, that don't count to me 

I take her, fill her tummy up, I don't mean out to eat 

Nickel! (put some money on it) 

Floor seats at the Knick game, I'm traffickin' weed 

I'm at The Garden in The Apple like Adam and Eve 

And my gat'll put your hat on your sleeve 

Now you really ahead of your time, I'm out of your league (put some money on it) 

See I get dough and cop the Benz-o 

My job credentials is confidential 

It's not pretend so everything is autobiographical 

Weight of the world on my shoulder, the planet on my clavicle (put some money on it) 

But it don't matter though 'cause I'm a go get it 

Life's a bitch and then you get thrown in it 

That's why I get cash money like it's no limit 

This material shit, I'm so wit it, get it? (put some money on it) 

This is for you rap stars feelin' y'all clever 

I'm the penitentiary's sick ward, illest bars ever 

I ball in the paint hard 

It's like I'm acceptin' bank cards the way that I take charge (put some money on it) 

Low tints on the CL, gray coupe 

Only out of the cage when all hell breaks loose 

Focus pimpin' all my shooters veered off 

the road to redemption, so it's no exemptions (put some money on it) 

When Joe is mentioned, the flow is pinchin' 

Got me in a mansion with a gopher, Benson 

If you said you rap you better than that 

What we'll do is treat your head like a tab (put some money on it) 

The outfit is fresh, faux pas is cobwebs 

She don't look like a model then I probably wouldn't pop her 

Dudes is my son, should be callin' me poppa 

I won't acknowledge it, treatin' me like a Focker (put some money on it) 

Hip-Hop ain't dead, I been puttin' the pulse in from long ago (since) 

I mean back when Tracey Ullman had her own show (uh) 

Want fire? Put Mouse on it 

If I'm a liar go ahead (put some money on it)