Twista

Twista - Money Flow lyrics

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Now for some typical reason
I'm rollin' up some hoes and pattin' my back seat
My pimpin' lyrical tactics is like a dirty kid flippin' on the mattress
Now flex this

Now I just be on the front porch with a torch, ready to scorch
Two women peepin' me 'cause really I'm gone
In the zone they havin' thoughts of freakin' me
Keepin' me company, bumpin' me for the privacy I'm on
They can see, I'm a cool mothafucka, kickin' the petty
Down with a tango on my razor fade
Peanut butter complexion to silly processions
Of bitties a fifty sack, got some reefers and a razor blade

Like a game of Spades, crack the bullshit
These days was made for me to devise strictly games that paid
Women freakin' me greedy, lickin' me, doin' body graffiti
Throwin' they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age?
Two players in the Chi, you're thinkin' Do or Die
You and I can be naked 'cause I'm the love that you've been thinkin' of
The style of flow is a vocal calico
To show you with the mic I be speakin' love
What's the words, weak and numb

Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and glock
Try not to pass the block, gettin' more hot than the astronauts
Sippin' After Shock, I ball 'cause I see you all on Rap-a-Lot
Let's get party and then crack the spot
Plenty Henny for my crew and I ain't even broke up half a knot
Keep on holdin' me while I roll to be, we can smoke or ride
And you can play with me to keep the passion hot
Don't you know how the money flow?

Don't you know how the money flow?
Don't you know how the money flow?

Now they peep a brother Rolex
Try and get race car heavy on the skin tech
Money clean like Windex
Givin' up the ave like a brother gonna pass but the hoe check
Hoe flex, I'm on the avenue, lay it back sip a half a brew
So I see if I can have a fruit

A peep show like the hoe when she thinkin' 'bout me havin' you
She laughin' too and pass a few beads around
Smokin' trees till the leaves come down
She be clothed, ain't a skeezer now, show 'em the paper
That be caught up at your crib with your pantses down
But money maker want a triple take

Look at the nigga with the endless dividends of heavyweight
See him ridin' in the C A D I double L A C
Always checkin' paper in tall ways, pull 'em off the sprawl ways
Herd a couple hoes in clothes and I'm supposed to be all day
Parley parley, any dog, that's how the money flow

Don't you know how the money flow?
Don't you know how we do it in the 'O?
Don't you know?

Bend the block with the indo, blowin' out my window
Rolex on my side, don't lean back in the slow flow
Gettin' paid as the night go
I see some fly hoe, tell me where you crib at
Where's the place that you live at?
Hit you on the phone till you be all alone
So we can get it on, baby, just kick back

Swiggin' brews and Perrier
Thick chick with [Incomprehensible]
A K to the pen and to tell all my niggaz to keep it strong
They ain't got long to see
Where the niggaz is kick it where a nigga kick it
Go where I go Cadillac to the show
Po Pimp, fuck the dough, hit the stage and become wicked

Get the money and ride out, go back to the hideout
Take a woman to the bed and spread them thighs out
I'ma pull my surprise out
Then my boys was flyin' out but two girls were chasin'
Deep in Chicago, been doin' this since the nine-o
Comin' up, put a number on fryin' hoes, let the money flow

Don't you know how the money flow?
Don't you know how the money flow?
Don't you know how the money flow?
Don't you know how we do it in the 'O?

Now for some typical reason I'm rollin' up with a hoe
And I'm pattin' my back seat
I pimp lyrical tactics like a dirty kid flippin' on a mat
Never could I come flex less when I wreck shit
Then be dip through the Chi and enjoy my Lexus
Better blow when you bob your head to the fed shit
Why you waitin' for the next kid

Motherfucker, makin' money just wanted
To take a little get the [Incomprehensible]
Spend my money in the Southern, motherfuckers that's thuggerin'
But I'ma come from the heart to start to stop all the niggaz
The bigger the trigger, the larger the dividends
Pimpin' and paperin', leavin' sugar in, money flow like a dreamland
But really though, could you tell me how the money flow?

Don't you know how the money flow?
Don't you know how the money flow?
Don't you know how the money flow?
Don't you know how we do it in the 'O?
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