Видео
Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
G. Dep
Вокал
Black Rob
Вокал
P. Diddy
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Al Greene
Автор песен
Mabon Hodges
Автор песен
Jeremy Graham
Автор песен
Robert Ross
Автор песен
Trevell Coleman
Автор песен
Слова
[Intro]
They said I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, The Rotteweiler New York
[Verse 1]
Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fuckin' with these **** from the, what you gon' do?
When you ready, shit, I was born ready
And I was already on fish and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap, I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see, what I told ya
Said I'd get ya, wear it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd probably get with ya
If not, burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty
Put it in the video
You wanna holla, got to follow, ****, here we go
Get your ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out and ya bet I won't visit
Till my whole wardrobe is it, now listen
[Chorus]
Make this money, take this money
Ain't no way you can take this from me
Ain't shit funny, shake it, honey
Take it, money, now let's get it
[Verse 2]
Creep with your people
Though my shit Sweet and Low, it's no Equal
Front, but you lookin'
Once I throw the hook, you proceed to get cookin' with the game when I sewed it, since you came thought I owed you one
Wide big Lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinkin'?
Watch task force, dash forward lookin' marveled
It's a big chance, big pants, might guard him with my man's type proper
Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? Beat it
'Fore we take off, make sure you all seated
In Billboard read it, believe it
[Chorus]
Make this money, take this money
Ain't no way you can take this from me
Ain't shit funny, shake it, honey
Take it, money, now let's get it
[Verse 3]
Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah
Kids hate me when they older, I put cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give me some baking soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the water
I'ma wreck the game till it say out of order
Put the high score up, then tear the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe
Head on the tour bus
Do what them **** in the drop thinks cooler
Called up five reporters to thank my supporters
Hittin' wives and daughters
Bought 'em neck spray from Estee Lauders, call me to order
[Verse 4]
I run this city, send the cops
D.A., the feds to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead, you comin' with me
Gettin' head in the Bentley red at one-fifty
Straight lose it, love two things, my family, my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot nine exclusive
Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef
'Cause I can break backs and stacks, it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
I get worldwide coverage
Got so many spots, I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in Asia
If your girl keep comin' around then I'ma blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
Not guilty, come on
[Chorus]
Make this money, take this money
Ain't no way you can take this from me
Ain't shit funny, shake it, honey
Take it, money, now let's get it
[Verse 5]
I be the Eastside Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in every channel with the Iverson handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay off the mantle, then proceed to dismantle
Can't slay Rob
How many **** done tried to play Rob, quit they day job
Tired of puttin' broke **** under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm goin' under the bing
Act like you gon' pull that thing, thing
You the one that always get stuck for bling bling
I represent A block in Sing Sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin' a Latin King's queen
Moves for paper, booze, no chaser
Bullets out the blazer, four-fifth with the laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers said I did it (He ain't do it)
Now let's get it
[Chorus]
Make this money, take this money
Ain't no way you can take this from me
Ain't shit funny, shake it, honey
Take it, money, now let's get it
[Chorus]
Make this money, take this money
Ain't no way you can take this from me
Ain't shit funny, shake it, honey
Take it, money, now let's get it
Written by: Al Greene, Jeremy Graham, Mabon Hodges, Robert Ross, Trevell Coleman


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