Pusha T - Joke's on You lyrics

[Produced by DJ Don Cannon] [Intro: Fabolous] Ain't nothin' funny about not gettin' this money man What's funny about that? You n***as got it twisted man [Hook - Fabolous] I'm like ha ha ha ha ha you n***as make me laugh C'mon if it don't make me math I'm like ha ha ha ha ha what you can't take a joke? Well I can't take bein' broke I'm like ha ha ha ha ha, make money money money Ha ha ha ha ha, money money money [Verse 1 - Fabolous] You n***as are comical, who me? I'm seven digits two comma cool, on my mama fool I'm gettin' this money and that k**'em They lookin' at a pimp funny, I'm Katt Williams Money Mike, I get money on the mic And some say I'm wild'n out In a Bugatti stylin' out, pushin' seven digits, dialin' out But I ain't got a f**in' choice My money talks in a Chris Tucker voice "And you know this man" You a stand up rapper, hip hop comedian I start laughin' as soon as I put your CD in You joke, you joke, you kid, you kid Should have went to Comedy Central with the vids you did But ok, you on B.E.T. only if its Comic View Promise you I'm funny style, I can be a comic too I'm Marty Mar, add a Audemars Cute snotty broad, tits like Dolly Par Ed Hardy naw this is Cardi ma But that was a good one, hardy har Lambo Gallardi car getting my last laugh HAW [Hook] [Verse 2 - Pusha T] The jokes on you n***as See the figures don't add up to the claims You Sam Kinnison, you just screamin' names My brother my partner for real like the Wayans Plus everything in live In Living Color High rise check diamonds the size of Robin Harris' eyes I Bebe Kids my neck You call it a tribute, or proof that I distribute Sales was slow I got Paco to contribute Some mores in each state, move weight, get caught Don't talk, Dave Chappelle n***as might break So hilarious, how chariots, carry us The Phantom is light gray sort of like Ashy Larry is King of the one liners lil' rhymers watch what you say You just a potty mouth like Andrew Dice Clay I pop collars on n***as, I drop dollars on n***as I jell O's together, I Bill Cosby on n***as Got you lost in the smoke I Micheal Connelly you n***as Or watch you burst into fire I Richard Pryor you n***as Said enough n***a sort of like Kramer I'm jokin' you don't wanna see the anger Fab tell'em [Hook] [Verse 3 - Fabolous] Mane look, the diamonds in your chain look Funnier than Dane Cook, you hit the Sufi I am to fly, in the booth I make joke of them I ain't the richest n***a but I ain't broke as them I'm serious, petty worth I make a man delirious like Eddie Murph, girls get curious Is he really funny? Don't be silly honey I'm the burner packing, Bernie Mac'in I ain't scared of you maf**ers kick a** Hon stack thick a**, a deck of card VIP section hard They try to holla at me you know the heckler broads I'm poppin' Rose, I don't do the neck to God Don't front yo, I be in the front row Watch your wise cracks or I'll be at your front door And I push up on a female smoothly, in a GL but keep that on the D.L. Hughley LOL this is LOS Oh no your money's coming so slow I guess this maf**ers a no show Oh oh oh [Hook]