"Greed" lyrics

"Greed"

With power comes money, with money comes greed
Now, if the green bags don't stack large on my side of the yard I ain't fucking with it
This cake has got to be all icing baby
Now I know I'm taking the biggest piece
But goddamn I'm the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch
You wanna be rich right? (Hell yeah)
Well stick with me
Do as I does, and be as I be

We be stackin chips, packin clips, mackin chicks
Laugh at tits, slappin dick, in yo' bitch (bitch!)
Makin hoes, take these clothes, from these sto's
Walkin slow, there go the po', now here we go
Parking lot to the spot, Marriott
'Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot
Who's at the do', go and check, I got the Tec
Tell him that you soakin wet, until he jet
Now lift up your fuckin dress, where's the rest
Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts
Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts
Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch
You can jerk niggas but you can't jerk me
Ho I only tell you once that this dick ain't free, I'm talkin greed

Gotta give it, gotta have it, 'cause I want it

Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gonna deal with the niggas that I feed
Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gonna deal with the niggas that I feed
We smoking weed, you and me
Looking for that currency
We smoking weed, you and me
Looking for that currency

Now bitch niggas don't mean shit, from where I sit (No!)
Magnificent blow your back out (boom!), if you act out
Eighteen deep when the plane soar (Uh-huh)
The bitch threw her tits, asked my clique who we play for (what?)
Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious (ha-ha-ha)
Surround the airport with feds and helicopters
Escorted (Yeah), detained and deported
Scared of the lyrics, and when their bitches hear us
We the clear-est, you can fear us
Smile on the day of your disappearance (yes), smoke and mirrors
Break 'em all (break), pull over and jump out
'Cause I can take 'em all (what's up?), all busters shake 'em all
I'm at the mall, buyin shit, like hot dog on a stick
These bitches all on the dick
Ice Cube ain't a lick (nope) make me bleed
And now you got to deal with the niggas that I feed, greed
(Give me more, give me more)
Uh, uh, uh (Give me more, give me more)
(Give me more, give me more)
(Give me more, give me more) Greed, greed

When you get your hands on it, wanna flaunt it
Wanna dance on it, everybody want it (Uh, uh, uh)
When you get your hands on it, wanna flaunt it
Wanna dance on it, everybody want it

You punks is petty, still we steady, counting 'fetti
I'm the one closin escrow (yes), with the best flow
(Do you wear a vest?) No!
Niggas hit me I'mma turn into The Crow and take a shit
On everything counterfeit, the Don Mega
Blade Runner, in a beige Hummer all summer
It'd take about twelve honkeys
To convict the nigga makin you sick, as the 12 Monkeys
Up in Detroit holdin weed court, all through the South
Picked up a ounce in Shreveport
My lead give head tunnels (boom!)
To any motherfucker disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel
Worldwide, international jet set
My niggas love fuckin bitches that they just met
Get it wet, and you can do anything
When I'm in Paris niggas French-kiss the pinky ring

Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gonna deal with the niggas that I feed
Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gonna deal with the niggas that I feed
(I'm talkin greed) We smoking weed, you and me
Looking for that currency
(Uh, uh, uh) We smoking weed, you and me
Looking for that currency

Yeah, Ice Cube, trillionaire
I own a mansion and a yacht, he-he
We do it like it should be does
Yeah, Westside niggas is very greedy, uh
Death Row is very greedy
Sic-Wid-It Records is very greedy
Dangerous Music greedy greedy greedy
Ruthless Records greedy, Suave House, greedy
So So Def, greedy
Rap-A-Lot greedy as fuck
No Limit, he-he, hella greedy, uh
Def Jam greedy
Bad Boy niggas are greedy
We all know Priority greedy as a motherfucker, ha-ha-ha
Hey, I got twenties on my BM, you still fuckin with a GM
What can you tell me, nigga?


Writer(s): O'Shea Jackson, Stephen William Anderson, Lionel Jr. Hunt
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