Acumental - Hoes n $ lyrics
[Verse 1: Will is Chillin'] All he ever knew was how to flow You're a fish out of water kept it shallow for the banks, huh? Let 'em put you in a nice square tank, huh? Your kind is how they say vagina stinks Oooooh! Ohhhh! Why'd I have to go there? The scent of booty lingers on your nose hair I stay me, lately my plate seems empty no steak Scenes from my biopic keep repeating Scenes from my biopic keep repeating out of focus With lackluster scenery Meanmug demeanor demeaning the reason is You probably missed the meaning of everything I'm speaking and spoken Back to school is where you need to be I'm a ghost in a skin suit Ginsu wit, loud the color of the saber Mace Windu grips So many claimed gods you'd think hip-hop was hindu Guess that makes me Vishnu kid Shut up and listen 'fore my little brother diss you His style's much more aggressive I'm a man I'm peaceful Sike, I spit like Dylon at a gas station lethal Over your head I'm a star like Patrick and Ringo So instead of happy I'm batsh** and evil If someone said I'm wack please ask different people I promise I'm not f** I forgot what I was bout to say (What the f**s going on? What are you f**ing talking about?) [Chorus: Will is Chillin'] Hoes and money I got them all! Or do I? Need to rap, start eating, grow a belly like Buddha Godspit true that Hip-hop so crowded I'll moshpit through that Start eating, grow a belly like Biggie where the muthaf**in' loot at? [Verse 2: Acumental] What up? What up? It's Acumental nicknamed the Acu man Slept on, wake you up in sh**-stained pajama pants The scrabble champ holdin' the key At home watching B-Roll of me rolling a B I move lots of green Bomb the scene Mujahideen style Your team in the mausoleum now The king like Mufasa before he got trampled The fortified rap flow is borderline crack though I'm sort of like Rambo, with ammo Or Van Gogh in a lab coat with my cap low I'm spittin' charred embers Poppin' bottles like a bartender Got a hot noggin and a harsh temper Pull up with my swag on zero Rag top beatle I'm the rap Don Cheadle Ac drop lingo that you can't knock Mingle in the padlock Steelo of the crackpot ethos Pose for the camera, snapshot repose Tats on the titties and my Kat Von D hoes We have keycodes stacks on primo Feeling free like Jermaine Jack, not Tido The adhoc black ops Aye dios mio! Got rhymes for the freeloading minds of the people I tread through the tall brush A real ball buster, y'all better make like a bread truck and haul buns Might go out at twenty-seven being idolized Might go out a f**ing legend suicidal Eatin' cyanide in pill I need a ride to Cedars-Sinai Vital signs fading but it's fine, people die in life I'm high on life, 'bout to double the dosage I'm hungry for destruction get your guns and your roses We them culprits of encroachments Been huffin' and puffn' so duck for cover b**h I'm runnin' the show, uh! [Chorus: Will is Chillin'] Hoes and money I got them all! Or do I? (b**h)