Crazy Mike - Money A Do It lyrics

[Verse 1] I will come creeping through your hood with that gun on my waist Tell me what's the procedure when that gun in your face We didn't come for no talkin we just out here gettin' money Out here f**ing these hoes my youngins servin' them junkies I got partners that smoke, I got b**hes that sniff I got k**ers and goons, and they all with the sh** Send them boys to your home, if you play with my chips They gon' come in shoot them choppas bullet shoot through them bricks Come in shoot up your house, come and spray up your whip I need money my n***a, save them games for your b**h Catch you out on the town, then you sh** outta luck I don't play in Milwaukee, but I been bout my buck, hold up [Hook x2] I see ya got some haters, yeah money a do it Shawty do some stands for some change, yeah a money do it If I want a n***a dead, yeah money a do it If I want it I'ma get it, I got money to do it [Verse 2] Take your b**h home then I'm all up in that p**y Old school pimpin' she ain't f**in' with no rookie Juicy J be cooler than a fan on a ho Watch me take her out the club, and drop some bands on that ho (bandz a make her dance) Buy that b**h a bag, buy that b**h some beans I keep her caked up n***a that's a happy meal Full of codeine in my Styrofoam cup I can turn a church girl into a stone cold s*ut Bad red bone, puttin' on the show No I'm not gon' wife her cuz she errbody ho f**in' with them broke n***as, so what is she thinkin'? Need to get your mind right, b**h, and come get these Franklins [Hook] [Verse 3] f** n***as don't want to go to war Got a AK and a snub nose Shut em up, he talkin' sh** With a ski mask on, and I'm poppin' sh** Kick in the door, and I leave em dead With a aim so precise, two shots to the head One for the money, two for the feds Lord forgive, but I mean what I said All in your house, and I'm looking for a dope Cuz I got to get paid or else no hope And Juicy J throw with some k**as on the boat Best believe I'm a pimp, n***a ain't goin broke Ride in the car with a body in the trunk Three n***as deep, and we rollin' up a blunt Straight to Mississippi, sweatin' off a pilly Crazy as hell, you n***as gotta k** me You n***as don't, wanna die, chest out, and they acting hard Calico, and a 45, hollow tips, that pull apart Keep it G, my G Or you could meet your makers, body count stackin' I was in Jamaica, with alabis I be flyin' by bitin' down I'm flying high Hatin' a** n***as gotta die If they mad then I'ma let them try I could kick a door, or I could snatch a n***a My n***as ridin' with me, and they yellin' let's crack a n***a North Memphis fool strapped up with a tool Police pulled me over I'ma play it cool I ain't going to jail (no sir) I shoot and I run, that's how a n***a post bail