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psychopathic rydas - money green lyrics

[intro: cell block & lil’ shank]
you know the motherf+ckin’ rydas is back
money green
back to take over the motherf+ckin’ world, right?
the money green, right?
my money green, and it stay so clean
yup, yup!
you know it’s ’bout as green as that motherf+ckin’ dank we smoke, yo!
hey man, pass that sh+t here, dawg
i mean uh, yo sawed off, man, pass the motherf+ckin’ blunt dawg, and pop that sh+t off
money green
[verse 1: sawed off]
i’ve been known as an og ever since i was a youngblood (what?)
pimpin’ through the streets, eatin’ scrimps, smokin’ mad bud (what, what?)
the older that i get, i think the more i achieve
life of luxury, don’t hate on me, man get your own and you will see
money and green everywhеre that i look
my weed house look like frank’s nursеry packed with good
and if you ever try to take mine, you gon’ see my gat shine
i’ll shred you into leather and then bag you like some pork rinds

[verse 2: full clip]
i don’t know what happened, i like cabbage
when i put it in my hand, b+tch, i get savage
and maybe laid down for this sh+t
and dry your pockets, hear the nine+milli cl!ck (bang)
it’s all about the presidents ’cause they dead
i hang out at schools and rob lunch money from kids
i don’t give a f+ck, scenario or scene
as long as my pockets get full of that money green

[chorus: cell block & lil’ shank]
i want my money and weed greener than the greenest
it’s just like smoke in my chest
i want my money and weed greener than the white house lawn
it’s just like smoke in my bong
i want my money with weed greener than the greenest
it’s just like smoke in my chest
i want my money and weed greener than the white house lawn
it’s just like smoke in my bong
[verse 3: lil’ shank]
lil’ shank, money green is my mindset
got seven hundred dollars in my pocket, so how high can i get?
exchange for big bills with big faces
for big bags of trees that leave you outer sp+cin’
man, i’m so high, my benjamins look like tens
so i’ma keep smokin’ until they look like hundreds again
roll up the blunt and crack the window, put the dro in the air
let’s smoke until the bag is bare!

[verse 4: foe foe]
i got a bag full of icky sticky under my seat
and a pocket full of somebody’s money from a robbery
i got the hustle to make a million dollars
in fact, i’m ’bout to hit the track and let my hustlin’ stack
it’s all about the paper and how much is for me
i can never have enough; i spend it all on tree
you spend your money on them hoes and i’ma keep getting blowed
been in the game since i was three years old (get your hands up!)

[bridge: foe foe, sawed off, , ]
put one hand on your money! (put the other in the air!)
()
put one hand on your money! (put the other in the air!)
()
put one hand on your money! (put the other in the air!)
()
put one hand on your money! (put the other in the air!)
()
[verse 5: cell block]
b+tch, i’m ’bout the money, and if you got it, then you stuck
i can’t help with the greens, got me addicted like a drug
worse in the head, on his knees, searchin’ for white powder
’cause i’ll k!ll a motherf+cker for the power of a dollar
i gotta have it with the finest crop of green to be smoked
it calms my nerves, i spark the blunt and start to choke
money makes the world go ’round and all your dreams come true
have you [?] all your sh+t, that’s why i’m comin’ after you

[verse 6: bullet]
i love money, but i don’t need it though with the strap (nope)
i’ll leave you face down in the street with holes in your back
b+tch, i’m a ryda, i homicide you and your bride
because i stack chips, even within your ass, they hide
give me the money green, i need the weed even greener
the weedman seen a black truck and ran, but i squeezed the nina
i commandeer his buds and a scale
i runs his mail, i’m bringin’ all my money to h+ll, what’s for sale?

[outro: foe foe, sawed off, , ]
put one hand on your money! (put the other in the air!)
()
put one hand on your money! (put the other in the air!)
()
put one hand on your money! (put the other in the air!)
()
put one hand on your money! (put the other in the air!)
()

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