Money Makin’ Trick

Put your hood up, baby

(Yes I'm a) pimp, player, girl layer
Money makin' trick breaker
Pimp, player, girl layer
Money makin' trick breaker ('Cause I'm a)
Pimp, player, girl layer
Money makin' trick breaker
Pimp, player, girl layer
Money makin' trick breaker (Yes I'm a)
Pimp, player, girl layer
Money makin' trick breaker
Pimp, player, girl layer
Money makin' trick breaker ('Cause I'm a)
Pimp, player, girl layer
Money makin' trick breaker
Pimp, player, girl layer
Money makin' trick brеaker

They call me Fam-a-Lam
I keep thе tan in hand
I keep them grands in hand
I make them cannons blam
Look at my lifestyle, see it's in Panoram
Sold it to Tina's uncle
And shot Shannon's man
See that Uptown, yeah that's what I'm reppin'
Hell, if the truth hurts, shawty
I got a weapon
I pull up on the block and everybody know me
Surrounded by so much crack rock
It's the Stone Age
While you live right next door
To Mr green Thumb
I'm where every household make me shoot guns
See the bitch on a nigga jock
And you want her next
But you would rather stick your
Dick in a hornet's nest

Should've been in college
Chose to be a shaker 'doe
Gettin' you some knowledge
Now your knees to the floor
Run with freaky deaks, move them streets
Poppin' X pills
Got her in your bed with her head she gon'
Ain't no sympathy, all that wind
It don't even start
Man I'm colder than a hooker's heart
Chicken ho on the stalker
Cruise in the boulevard lookin' for a soft
Pretty broad I'ma make her hard
Get my tank up off E
Don't you know this gas hot
All this smart talk, what you tryin' to blow
A max she love to see me go off
That's when she crack a smile
Cash check, but your boy

See me on TV, take me home to poke her though
Bitch be goin' skiing, I ain't talkin' Pocono
Shit like that I'm not too concerned with
Plus the trick chase bills like Uma Thurman
And you know Fam-Lay is a ghetto survivor
Dope dealer, house dealer
Four-wheeler driver loudmouth Karen
Don't you know that it irks me
While you strollin' on Church Street
Hopin' I was you, hopin' I was you
Hopin' I was in touch with you
I ain't never gon' fuck with you
Now you in the streets
All alone and starvin'
But that's what you get for
Bein' out of pocket!

Fam-Lay

Money Makin’ Trick

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