Salute (2) - $ (AKA Cash Rule) lyrics

[Sample] We gotta make that money long When I make my fifty cent, lord I been rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' [Hook: Salute] Economy, razor blade rep, I'm try'nna make it Lobotomy, stays on your left, pistol in slave shapes Blaow, blaow, blaow, I need my fifty cent now Blaow, blaow, blaow, I want my fifty cent now [Bronze Nazareth] I'm coming from the land of the scams and dollar plans Cardierre blasts, to take all your metal, infactured sands Where the blunt runs, straight out the president's face We got more, heat on the streets, than in your apartment's space Walk a creek of dirty needles, and follow the shattered dreams Broken bottles lead to piss scented auburn colored streams Type old money, pa** his hands like identically hugh planes Rap like bodies in Highland Park, the gun never jams Fam, give me my money, you still owe me some change I've been waiting since tanks from '67 came with the flame So let's dance like those AK rounds and stop this aid Just shake our a** like a gla** ashtray, smashed on precious face We dangle like sun, seven wrist to escape the shackle Run your money like blood from Matt Parker's ankles Cuz we gotta get that green cloth to smorgasbord Don't eat it all, just let me eat for all my hood, you heard [Sample + Hook] [Bronze Nazareth] Yo, the sun never rises here, it's just the gun shots Blow your display on white snow and those haunted locks Plus the chilling degrees an old routine Take all the CREAM, what war need vaccine That make it seem as if, we just as cold As our hands, in sweet December mist Embers of piff lift left over grains of cotton That never blossom, sharp the heavens like the apostle You see me, I write the lines like a sniper's mind Polish ya nine, push up flowers, college of crime So give me cash, you still owe me some paper I've been waiting since you traded beads and whiskey for my labor Coins jingle in pockets like rocks in a gla** pipe It's heavy like the air on San Arbor murder night Stomp ya feet like that body dragged down the basement steps I flow like water in ya cellar from foundation cracks On the same streets where the slaves ran into freedom Night fractured by neon, hustle, my cannons steaming Yo this is I-75 robbery, zombie lodge Kamikaze Gods, Michigan Babylon Nice dead men that cast metal for no reason to travel on [Hook 2X: Bronze Nazareth] Make that money, but don't let that money make you Make that money, but don't let that money make you Make that money, but don't let that money make you Make that money, but don't let it cash you in