make money lyrics – apache

[pretty tone capone]
ahh in the motherf*ckin house!
this is the pretty tone capone
and i’m here with my motherf*ckin man, motherf*ckin apache
and don’t give a f*ck!
here to let you motherf*ckers know how to make money
so wh*ssup with that? loot for your pocket troop!
y’knowhati’msayin? wouldn’t you rather be a rich b*tch
than a f*ckin broke hoe? so b*tches listen up
and take heed to the motherf*ckin word

yo i sleep all day, stay up all night scramblin
my palms got an itch, f*ck a b*tch, time for gamblin
cee-lo, 4-5-6 with the quickness
flip trips, flip your script, and dump on my sh*tlist
i doubt if you got the clout to outlast
time to get money, don’t make me crack a can of whip-*ss
i’m kind of shady – rugged relentless and rude
i’m cessted, drunk, plus i’m in a real f*cked up mood
since the dough is low and the *rs*nal’s thick
i got a few tricks, i’m quick to pick a vic’
pick ’em up, time to stick ’em up it ain’t funny
listen honey i want mo’ money mo’ money
make a move, try to swing, i knew you wasn’t
wanna live god forgives apache doesn’t
so to borrow ’til tomorrow just find a car shop
pop the lock then drop it off at the chop spot
like robin hood, no f*ckin good, that’s what you wanted
instead of robbin the rich, i rob my b*tch then go get blunted
my pockets are gettin thicker quicker i want more
here’s the scoop troop, more loot than a money store
if you’re broke, shut the f*ck up (ho!)
i thought so – and i don’t need a break hoe
speakin of hoes and dough, they know how to spend it
ladies listen up, let me talk to you for a minute, c’mon

yo wait, hold the f*ck up
yo apache, how the f*ck you gonna tell the n*gg*z how to get dough
and not tell the b*tches how to get some money?
the f*ck is wrong with you, you crazy or somethin?

here’s a few ways to get paid, proceed with caution
tell your man you need money for an abortion
check his pockets while sleep, creep, don’t get caught
don’t want him to take back all the sh*t he already bought
keep a stash, strictly cash, and think hard
see somethin you like? f*ck it, put it on his credit card
tell me who do you prefer, a man or a mack?
on the flip-flop, don’t stop to shop at jack’s
with s*x appeal, be real i don’t understand
fake hair and nails, and you’re lookin for a real man
some dance for dollars, holla cause i know you know
cause some plain old hoes just f*ck for dough
use your imagination, why think small
instead of takin half, f*ck it, why not take it all?
don’t be a dumb broad, a fraud, a phony
you just end broke, no blunt to smoke, and lonely
use your p*ssy as a tool, that’s how you want it g
don’t waste it, put it on sale, but never free
f*ck your way to the top, don’t be a slob
if none of that sh*t works, then f*ck it, buy the job
it takes more to be a rich b*tch with big t*ts
if your man is broke, don’t listen to his bullsh*t
speakin of men, we know how to make the money
but it’s up to you to take it honey

[pretty tone capone]
word to mother my motherf*ckin man just told you what you had to do
so if you wanna just lay back and be blazed
you’ll d*mn sure play the fool
you think we won’t f*ck the sh*t out of you b*tches?
you better get real, word to mother
what the f*ck’s up, what the f*ck is goin on with that sh*t?
a crook is ‘sposed to have his hand in your motherf*ckin pocketbook
play yourself out

(make money money, make money money money)
(take money, take money)
(make money money, make money money money)

/ apache lyrics