- Votes:
- Composers:
- Lonnie Rashid Lynn
- Tony Craig
 
- See also:
Common - Chapter 13 lyrics
Let's talk about money 
Ynot get the money 
Common Sense want the money 
Let's talk about money 
[Common] 
I... be... the one they call Petey 
I'm Poe, as Edgar Allen 
But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin 
[Ynot] 
Egad it is I, master Ynot Never The Less 
Fresh like air, well dressed, yes the LS's here 
I appear on piers with my peers 
The Imperial like margerin, I'm butter 
Yes, fly like my Lear, I jet 
[Common] 
Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time 
It's time for some perculator 
I circulate around the block black 
So give me a six-pack and a half of Harold's Chicken 
A good combination 
When I get bubbly, I do it in moderation 
One brew, one brew, I said one brew at a time 
[Ynot] 
Well I'm a two timer of women that are three times a lady 
May Sadie say Sade and may Ms. Goldberg say 
"Yo Whoopie, there it is." 
Call me E cause I equal MC squared 
In the Biz, Marks know I got the Kie, to get the girl's noses 
open like "The Vapors", more pub than the papers 
More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid 
[Common] 
Yes, check it 
I didn't grow grow up up po' po' 
but once you get grown, and out on your own 
Bills upon bills upon bills is what you have 
Before you get your check then you already spend half 
See I make money, money doesn't make me 
I'm a reflection of my section and my section 8 
[Ynot] 
Enough 
I own 8 sections of the world, where I'm sexin' 8 girls 
to have them comin' in (ohhh yes) 8 seconds 
I told Victoria her Secret you suck, like Sucrets 
I Ultrawhite my secretery, I went to Tibet 
to bet on my horse you bet your life 
Mine was better and now your deader 
than a (door knob) eeea wrong 
[Ynot] So what's your name? 
[Common] I'm the Com, the bro Com Sense 
 And when I don't got scratch, I do feel tense 
 And if you givin your papers to a broad youse a dummy 
[Ynot] Cause without no money 
 "Ain't a damn thing funny" (scratched 3X) 
[Ynot] 
Rhymes I exchange like stock, I'm live like stock 
I rock like Prudential, making ha ha from O 
That's mucho dinero, like Robert Deniro, 
I rob-berts Deniro, a hero like the sandwich 
A Man-wich has mills like Stephanie Mills, dills like pickles, 
I'm fancy man I tickles LIKE the French 
Not Johnny but like a Bench I Press-On like Lee 
I Stan like Lee, while you Stagger like Lee 
Most likely I'll gagger that bullish I pull ish like a magnet Common - Chapter 13 - http://motolyrics.com/common/chapter-13-lyrics.html
or dragnet, I don't drag I gets net income 
Yo bums I rush like adrenaline 
I'm royal when I flush, your highest hush'll get mushed 
like a sleigh dog; I slay dogs who are under me 
I'm over man, call me Doberman, cause I'm a Pinscher of pennies 
that's pretty, leave your city green from all the money I spent 
(What you do?) I stay fresh like a mint from mint 
I meant my mint, know what I mean? I'm nice 
Real friendly like an Officer, Friendly and a gentleman 
Friendly like Neighbors, not Jim 
but like Gomer I got Pyle's of loot 
Attention salute - I kill loot but won't dilute 
Even if I threw garbage on the ground I couldn't pollute 
Man, I'm too rich for that, biiitch! 
Ynot got the money
[Common] So what's your name? 
[Ynot] I'm Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht (uh-huh) 
 I got essentials and credentials and honies at my feet 
 (come on) 
 And when I walk the street, I'm never lookin bummy 
[Common] Cause without the money 
 "Ain't a damn thing funny" (scratched 5X) 
[Common] 
Ynot.. let me tell ya a story 
Okay it was a black man a white man and a Chinese man 
The black man of course he was po' (yeah) 
The white man... he was rich (uh-huh) 
And the Chinese man, he owned a sto' (aight c'mon) 
Okay the black man lived on Beat Street 
The white man lived on Wall Street 
and at the Chinese man's store is where they all meet 
Not really on the good foot 
cause the white man kept steppin on the black man's toes (damn!) 
And in his shoes there were holes 
But the white man didn't care; 
shit, he didn't have to wear it (uh uh) 
The scratch that he had, he got from his parents; 
with his tight ass, he woulda been poor white trash, but anyway 
everyday the black man would ask him to spare change 
but at him, the white man would stare strange 
So the black man got fed up 
cause wasn't nobody feedin him and feedin him 
And took red by his neck and started beatin him and beatin him 
The Chinese man got 'noid and broke out like a peon 
And now the black man own the store 
and the name of it is Leon's (what's that?) 
Barbeque that is.. 
Rib tips, hotsauce, mild sauce, fries, and chicken 
[Common] So what's your name? 
[Ynot] I'm Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht (uh-huh) 
 I got essentials and credentials and honies at my feet 
 (come on) 
 And when I walk the street, I'm never lookin bummy 
[Common] Cause without the money 
 "Ain't a damn thing funny" 
[Ynot] Now what's your name? 
[Common] Well I'm the Com, the bro Com Sense 
 And when I don't got scratch, I do feel tense 
 And if you givin your papers to a broad youse a dummy 
[Ynot] Cause without no money 
 "Ain't a damn thing funny" (scratched to end) 
[Ynot] 
Two thousand and thirteen shot 
Common Sense and YNot 
UAk and Darian combined 
We rock while you rot.. no stress..









