Lyrics Money Green - Psychopathic Rydas

Money Green

I’ve been known as an OG ever since I was a young blood
Pimpin' through the streets, eatin' scrimp, smokin' mad bud
The older that I get, I think the more I achieve
Life of luxury, don’t hate on me, make it your own and you will see
Money and green everywhere that I look
My weed house look like Frank’s nursery packed with good
And if you ever try to take mine, you gonna see my gat shine
I’ll shred you into leather and then bag you like some pork rinds
(Full Clip)
I don’t know what happened.
I like cabbage
When I put it in my hand, bitch I get savage
And make you lay down for this shit
And try your pockets, hear the 9 milli click
It’s all about the president’s cuz, there dead
I hang out at schools and rob lunch money from kids
I don’t give a fuck what area or scene
As long as my pockets get full of the money green
(Chorus 2x)
I want my money and weed greener then the greenest
It’s just like smokin' my chest
I want my money and weed greener then the white house lawn
It’s just like smokin' my bong
(Lil' Shank)
Money green is my mindset
I got 700 dollars so how high can I get?
Exchange for big bills with big faces
For big bags of trees that leave you outer spacin'
Man I’m so high my Benjamin’s look like 10's
So I’ma keep smokin' till they look like 100's again
Roll up the blunt, and crack the window, put the dro in the air
Lets smoke it till the bag is bare
(Foe Foe)
I got a bag full of icky sticky under my seat
And a pocket full of someone’s money from a robbery
I got to hustle to make a million dollars
If fact I’m about the hit the track and let my hustle stack
It’s all about the paper, and how much is for me
I can never have enough I spend it all on tree
You spend them money on hoes and I’ma keep getting blown
Been in the game since I was 3 years old
(Repeat 4x)
Put one hand on you money!
Put the other in the air!
Recognize the money green!
When the Rydas up in here!
(Cell Block)
It’s about the money, and if you got it then you stuck
I can’t help if the greens got me addicted like a drug
Worse then, a head on his knees searching for white powder
Cause I kill a muthafucka for the power of a dollar
I gotta have it, with the finest proper green to be smoked
It calm my nerves, I spark the blunt it start to choke
Money makes the world go round and all your dreams come true
Have you flauntin' all yo shit, that’s why I’m coming after you
(Bullet)
I love money, I don’t need it though with a strap
I leave you face down in the street with holes in your back
Bitch I’m a Ryda, I’ll homicide you and your bride
Because I stack chips even within' your ass they hide
Gimmie the money green, I need my weed even greener
The weedman seen a black truck and ran but I squeezed a meaner
I’ll commondeer his buds on a scale I runs his mail
I’m bringing all my money to hell, what’s for sale?
(Chorus 2x)
I want my money and weed greener then the greenest
It’s just like smokin' my chest
I want my money and weed greener then the white house lawn
It’s just like smokin' my bong
(Repeat 4x)
Put one hand on you money!
Put the other in the air!
Recognize the money green!
When the Rydas up in here!