Makin' Your Money - Mitchy Slick, Xzibit

Put the snow in the Pyrex pot and smash it

It’s Tuesday and they gaffin', keep making your money

To all my certified P.I.'s in Chucks and crushing the box

Tell that bitch to hit the blade and keep making your money

To all my white collar check poppers and fake plastic shoppers

Hit the store and keep making your money

Break a bitch, shake the zip, wash the check, cash it

I ain’t mad at cha, homie, keep making your money

This ain’t fiction, I’m not flossin', I walk in a bank often

A soldier that won’t soften, I’m bustin', I’m not tossin'

I’m caught, then I’m not talkin'

We bangin', you just barkin'

What the fuck are we sparkin'?

It’s kush, nigga, stop coughin'

Got money like Bin Laden, won’t see me in no coffin

Pump fakin' and shit talkin', the chickens, they been hawkin'

To my niggas that’s still walkin', let it do what it do, partner

Get your weight up and stay up, keep making your money

This is business, it’s not pleasure

You niggas will not, never

Ever be on my level, never;

it’s deep and you can’t measure

I’m smelling like movie money, you smelling like English Leather

The West can be taken over if niggas could get together

I say what I say clever, so now we can do whatever

Bring out the heavy metal to settle the vendetta

I came with a gameplan and left in a gray Phantom

Don’t worry ‘bout me, keep making your money

In the land where the bandanna’s the code

And niggas that never roll get Chuck T’s in their asshole

An opportunity to stand where the cracker go

Is not given to these hustlers, it’s smashed for

Only provens get to serve on the local block

Swerve, drop turns in something candy without no top

I hear the hate in the streets from ‘cross town

Say they want my head, they musta heard I got a GT, uh

I wonder if they heard I got me some heat

Some shit so big it look like it should ride on back of a Jeep

Making your money, nigga, or watch me do me

Flaming red 750 with the offset feet

Put the snow in the Pyrex pot and smash it

It’s Tuesday and they gaffin', keep making your money

To all my certified P.I.'s in Chucks and crushing the box

Tell that bitch to hit the blade and keep making your money

To all my white collar check poppers and fake plastic shoppers

Hit the store and keep making your money

Break a bitch, shake the zip, wash the check, cash it

I ain’t mad at cha, homie, keep making your money

Add it, multiply it, however, nigga, we just

Find who supplies it and buy it

Saran wrap it, get the Y.B.'s to drive it

Before law did that punk shit, we used to just tie it and fly it

Via a bia’s back, soon as I hear

Touchdown from the homies, we back low-ridin'

Life of a Cali blow salesman, homies need guns and lawyers

So I stay mailing feathered friends

Down south to my relatives and them

So who am I to judge baby girl for selling trim?

Long as a baybay got new J’s in the trim

I’ma tell her keep hustling, keep making your money

But watch for the fettucines, ‘cause nowadays

They paying these broke niggas to blab about all the Lamborghinis

Put the snow in the Pyrex pot and smash it

It’s Tuesday and they gaffin', keep making your money

To all my certified P.I.'s in Chucks and crushing the box

Tell that bitch to hit the blade and keep making your money

To all my white collar check poppers and fake plastic shoppers

Hit the store and keep making your money

Break a bitch, shake the zip, wash the check, cash it

I ain’t mad at cha, homie, keep making your money