Figg Get Da Money

[Verse 1] The flow, is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydraulics I can't call it, I got the swerve like alco... fuck that Figg get the money, shooting dice what they hitting for Hookers out to sell the pussy, money trade for intercourse Every corner, liquor store, laundromat, liquor store Laundromat, liquor store, EBT accept 'em more Churches 'cross from motels, Lord knows, pussy sells Churches 'cross from motels, Lord knows, pussy sells Domino's, Pizza Huts, Colt .45 cans The old heads drunk enough, dollar after dollar on lottery That shit be adding up, schizos from Vietnam Better yet the drug era that used to be a ball player See how things evolve later, 4 Lokos for the young locos Niggas cashing my check for white tees Don't fuck with Melrose, just Metros... PCS's You get the message? Good investments in my direction [Hook] Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money, yeah Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money, yeah Rain, sleet, snow, turn July into December, yeah Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money, yeah Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money, yeah Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money, yeah Springtime fall turn summer to a winter, yeah Figg get the money, yeah, Figg get the money, yeah [Verse 2] It's midnight, where the bitches at? See a ho, pimp a ho, put her on the track Put her in the gas station, hiding from the white and black They gotta make a living, so they put us on our back But why they gotta judge us when we do it back? Mickey D's and Burger King still make sure that my daughter fat Close to Christmas on November, best believe I got a jack Been coming to this store for years, the cops come behind me 'bout a snack But thanks Ms. Han, Jackie Chan, Sake bomb Any Catholic different, Wolverine like Michigan Hover Street know what it be, hanging in front Of the laundry mat 'til two or three, with like two or three Uh, everyone asleep so shall we creep Money to gain up in them streets, shall I preach upon this beat Puffy ain't got shit on me, better yet this L.A. heat Figueroa, Figg Side, money block [Hook] [Verse 3] Jehovah coming, let me close the blinds So I can get high, nigga, free my mind Write my niggas doing hella years past time Ballers got it cracking, cracking at the crack of dawn Ice cream truck stop for my mom, but me he won't respond Gotta read between the lines, best believe I'm off of crime This must be the longest line, where they cooking worse than swine Lying on their letter signs, but hurry cause they close at nine But Pisces got it jumping at the taco stand Rapping on them corners, a.m., p.m., like the Taliban Camping out, your daddy selling money he can understand Drizzle riding through the hood, junkies love the Avalanche Homeless person gotta shuffle cans Take 'em up to the recycle bin, take his bread to the candyman But still he eat, tell me if that ain't hustling Rain, sleet, snow, hell and shit uhh, hell [Hook]