Money (Interlude)

...I'm ready to get it Bullshit not permitted I find a way in it Like pussy Don't push me Im pushy And livid The money im wit it I blitz like a scrimmage No NFL Get da mail Getcha bail in-case da feds Don't wan end it well And they go Sentence jail AND-now u gotta bad feelin up in ya stomach.. lookin sick as a bitch Where da ginger ALE? Im flippin the script On these niggas who thinkin they Killin it, feelin it Not even livin it Writin it, spittin it Fight wit u idiots Might put a clip in it Strike ur affiliates Might be to busy wit Psychos and hooligans My flow is ludacrous Follow my lucrative movement And root for it Blowin some loot Then next minute recoopin it What would u do for it ..sighhhhh U chillin with busters and phony ass hustlers won't getchu no money.. nope! U fuckin deez bitches and claim-in u trickin Won't getchu no money ..nawwww U fakin and stunting when really u front-in Won't getchu no money...No!! So nigga just stop actin funny Go and Get dis Money!!!!! I be chilling but I also be villain and I be down to make a killing I be willing for da winning I'ma get it no beginner cuz I gotta eat my dinner u desert with da cream fillin plus I gotta feed my children nigga get up out cha feelings IMA menace I might even get a sentence for the shit if I don't get rid of the witness on my dick but i can dig it, shit is sickenin just to live in these conditions 2 get riches IMA split it wit my niggas ahhhhh