FK10

[Intro] Hey wassup Cube? Man I'm glad I caught you at your momma' house homey Wassup man? You still got your pager right or you lost it? (It's the curse, the curse... the curse, the curse) Y'know my code right? I been pagin you for about a week man (The curse, the curse) I heard about the deal ya got Greed, Khop (The curse, the curse) Check this out, you owe a nigga somethin man [Chorus] Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching) Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching) Do the math baby (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (The curse, the curse) [Strophe 1] It's the curse of money, once you get it, fool you got it Buy a new pair of drawers and motherfuckers spot it Niggas plotted, to have me knotted up in basements Till these cocksuckers see what they're faced with Their fantasies of a life stress-free Full of orgies, in the Florida Keys But this bullshit is so thick, it's like mountains Sick of threatenin all my lawyers and accountants The decibals, gold diggers goin for the testicles Soon they realise, I don't invest in hoes Sometimes it's like hell on earth When everybody tryin to get your ass for all your worth It's the curse [Chorus] [Bridge] When you hot, they think you got more than you got When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have Before you sell your soul better do the math [Strophe 2] I start to scream shit like "May day, may day" Cos motherfuckers think it's all grav-ay wit my pay day And like I said, it's the curse of money They start laughin at your jokes when they ain't that funny (Ha ha ha) See this ass kissin yes man Shakin hands with the left hand, get my weap-an, get to stepp-an Fuck every phony ass nigga round me Stick a shaft up your ass like Richie Roundtree (Yea yea!) Got to have some gas money if you goin If not who you fuckin? Who you flowin? Who you owin? In '98 don't shit come free Not even hard rhymes that's describin these hard times [Chorus] [Bridge] [Strophe 3] To relax I smoke a stick, the shit make me sick Gotta gang of new homies, and relatives on my dick No time for drama, busters get sprayed Bitches wanna get layed, and everybody need their bills paid (Everybody) Motherfuckers, sweat me like a spy They wanna kick it cos I, got the curse of mulah Make me wanna start scrappin and look at me to make it happen What the fuck was they doin before Mack 10 was rappin?!? Tell me (What the fuck?) how can I remain a man of seven figures When I'm rushed by gold diggers everytime I get bigger? (Ch-ching) Like David Banner, when I tweak I turn green And everytime I'm seen it's like people start to fiend It's the curse [Chorus] [Strophe 4] When you hot, they think you got more than you got Yeah they do When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop (Motherfuckers) I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have Before you sell your soul better do the math (Better do it) (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby Get the fuck outta here (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby With dollar signs in your eyes (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (Ha ha, sheeit) (The curse, the curse) Do the math [Outro] Leave your ass broke Rabbit ears, nigga for pockets, haha he I'm cursed! Hahaha, but I love it