"don't play with my money" lyrics

I got lost in the waves
I was lost in it deep
I was lost in the sauce
Cooking up chowder for cheese
Thank the Lord that I'm paid
It is something I prayed for
I don't do this for money
But I don't do it for cheap either

My art is my heart
Don't bargain too hard
It'll throw me off balance
You'll get the wrath of Ma'at
It ain't even about me
I got people around me
Every man is a county
I've got people counting on me
So respect the accounting

I got a family, and I plan to leave, and take 'em all to Tanzania
If you're playing with me and my plans to leave, you might end up in bandages
I try to chill, but when I'm tired as hell I don't hide it well
And this economy is a comedy, it'll probably fail

I get lost in the stu' for a reason
I record like a dog for a reason
Pour my soul and my all for a reason
I put my life in this work

So don't play with my money
Don't play with my art
Don't play with my money
Don't play with my heart
Don't play with my money
Don't play with my art
Don't play with my money
Don't play with my heart

'Cause I'll slap off your waves
I'll slap, I slap you again
I'll slap all your friends
I'll slap off they face
I'll slap you once for every artist still waiting for their paper
Slap you two times for every time you failed to credit and their names

I triple slap you for taking advantage of hunger pains
Knowing that contracts sound like food when you don't speak that language
Four slaps for every stolen idea, for famous Amos
Five slaps for the hungry
I'll scrap for my money

I get lost in the stu' for a reason
I record like a dog for a reason
Pour my soul and my all for a reason
I put my life in this work

So don't play with my money
Don't play with my art
Don't play with my money
Don't play with my heart
Don't play with my money
Don't play with my art
Don't play with my money
Don't play with my heart

(Aye)
Out of my pocket
Get yo' hands out of my bank
Out of my pocket
Get yo' hands out of my bank
Out of my pocket
Get yo' hands out of my bank
Pocket
Get yo' hands out of my...

Yeah
'Cause I slap
I'll slap you again
I'll slap all your friends
I'll slap off their faces
I slap you once
For everyone that you made think you was Godly
Your ideals are idiotic
Hell you done mastered idolatry

On God, I swear I'll slap the snot out yo' mouth
For not telling us we was chosen
We had to find that hoe out
So, I record like a dog
For the dead and the lost
And pour my soul and my all for a reason