django's revolver

If you ain't 'bout ya money, don't talk to me If you can't peel out for some paper, don't walk to me I got needs, I keep things clean The things I seen, I prolly need to pop a couple Ritalin Yeah, I could pop some Ritalin Wait a couple hours, you could tell me how you feeling then Lay a sport coat out for you like a gentleman Flying overseas feeling like I'm Andrew Zimmern, yeah Uh, I went out for some dinner then Seen a bum was selling out his soul all for some chicken and He looked up, I saw into the eyes of a sinner, damn Shit was awky like I channeled David Schwimmer, man And ya light been lookin' dimmer, man Running out of gas, I been going through the ringer, fam Grew up in the 'burbs, now cuzzo's a right-winger, damn Controversial guy, tryna figure who you hittin', man? You can't hit me, bitch I hit my shit, then turned around and hit that trick She popped her fist, she pissed off 'cause she just missed I got the gist, she said she wanna slit my wrist In my defense, I told her I would split her shit Her britch too big That's when she tried to hit my lip But slipped in shit I left her with her head in the fence, dawg Chronicles of a pimp, you dig? If you ain't 'bout ya money, don't talk to me If you can't peel out for some paper, don't walk to me I got dreams, behind those scenes If you examined me, you'll probably end up Finding where the villain is I never really asked if you was into this Thousand-yard-stare as I kept maintaining my innocence I could bring tidings as gladdening as St. Nicholas Or I could be as Krampus, and a tad bit more villainous I'm only in it for the C.R.E.A.M If you could see what I see, then you would know what I mean Blood spilled for cash, blood money on the countertop Only take uppers 'cause I was used to being down a lot Rolling up, igniting, inhaling up in the mountain lodge Then blowing out like Dr. Mann forgot to seal the outer lock, shit That's a space bar, too highbrow for ya Tap the spacebar and pause it, how do I sound for ya? I got the product and the market And I'ma deliver long as I get my deposit I been stacking bread like slabs of stone they had at Babel Got the golden ticket, I'll redeem it at the raffle I check my calendar, it's my day Daily winnings for the kid, from Saturday to Friday Only took defeats until I started living my way Now it's fetta sprinkles raining down on my plate, bitch What you heard, what you heard? Listen, uh If you ain't 'bout ya money, don't talk to me If you can't peel out for some paper, don't walk to me I'm up brackets above your head As long as the family fed Ain't really worried 'bout nothing, preach