Hi-C - Get Tha Money (Dollar Bill) lyrics

Suga Free Ay check this out Quik Ay man this sh** tripped me out one day man My Uncle told me man right, I asked him for a dollar right? He said man - any of them lil' girls at yo' school? Do they say they love you? Do they say they'll do anything for you? I said yeah man, all the time - right? He looked at me dog.. {*laughing*} .. and he said, man some of 'em wasn't playin Suga Free Straight from my momma hoe, she said boy you betta tell that b**h to kick Forget about the dick, get, turn a trick, then yell GERONIMO! Suga Free, I keep it V.I If lovin the pimpin is wrong Pimpin, I don't wanna be right! She said her childhood was bad - grind, tellin the pimpin She got molested by her dad - all she want is attention Now you want somethin else to feel though? n***a you mean to tell me You'd rather settle for apple instead of a peach? Man a square b**h instead of a real hoe? Huh? What, she cool? Yeah trick as long as you pay for that cocina you the motherf**in fool "Hey Suga Free man, you still the sh**!" Ah yeah man That's cause I cracks my whip a lil' bit And f** 'em real hard without givin 'em no dick What the hell fo'? Like you really give a f** about this dick And if you did get a lil' bit you'll get lazy and let the p**y sell slow *tchk* Oh brother, nine-one-one's mortician and the other But f** her, she came to pay not to stay so get another "Oh my gosh!" "Lil' b**h." "Make the money hoe!" "On!" "Ugly-a** b**h!" "Yes honey You sho' take me to work in style!" "Oh my gosh!" "Lil' b**h." "Make the money hoe!" "On!" "Tell me some of that old lies of yours And make me stop thinkin about the truth!" Suga Free Here I go! Yo! sh** they finally let the pimpin out the pen, HERE I GO! b**h what you mean wait? Yo Now didn't waitin make the motherf**in bread break? And didn't f**in that b**h make you predictable? And when you woke up in the mornin, wasn't you still broke? She loves her pimp, stays dapper for him If she got any dreams, you want them too Take her to the county, fill out that CH-7 form n***a I ain't the motherf**in s**er I pop my collar everytime (?) wholeness Rippin the linin up out that motherf**er! b**h-a** n***as hatin sayin, "I don't see how he do it" That's cause they scared of the rules Lookin for naps and no backbone to put into it If I hang around NINE, MO', MOTHERfu*kERS, JUST, LIKE, YOU I would be the tenth! "Why don't you straighten up and get a job?" "Oh my gosh!" "Lil' b**h." "Make the money hoe!" "On!" "Ugly-a** b**h!" "Yes honey You sho' take me to work in style!" "Oh my gosh!" "Lil' b**h." "Make the money hoe!" "On!" "Tell me some of that old lies of yours And make me stop thinkin about the truth!"