[Intro]
Let's talk about money
Ynot get the money
Common Sense want the money
Let's talk about money
[Verse 1: Common & YNot]
I be the one they call Petey
I'm Poe (As what?) as Edgar Allan (Oh well)
But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin'
Egad it is I, master Ynot, never the less
Fresh like air, well dressed, yes the LS is here
I appear on piers with my peers
The Imperial like margarine, I'm butter
Yes, fly like my Lear, I jet
Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time
It's time for some percolator
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
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 key, 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
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
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 secretary, I went to Tibet
To bet on my horse you bet your life
Mine was better and now your deader
Than a.. (Than a door knob) eah wrong
[Hook: Common & YNot]
So what's your name?
I'm the Com, the broke Com Sense
And when I don't got scratch, I do feel tense
And if you givin' your papers to a broad you'se a dummy
Cause without no money
(Ain't a damn thing funny)
(Ain't a damn thing funny)
(Ain't a damn thing funny)
[Verse 2: Ynot]
Rhymes I exchange like stock, I'm live like stock
I rock like Prudential, making (haha) from O
That's mucho dinero, like Robert De Niro
A robber's dinero, a hero like the sandwich
A Manwich has mills like Stephanie Mills, dills like pickles
I'm fancy, man, I tickles like the French
Not Johnny but like Bench I press on like Lee
I stan' like Lee, while you stagger like Lee
Most likely I'll dagger that bull-ish I pull ish like a magnet
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 men; call me Doberman, cause I'm a Pinscher of pennies
That's pretty, leave your city green from all the money I spent
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 piles 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 (Bitch!)
Ynot got the money
[Hook: Common & YNot]
So what's your name?
I'm Ynot, I own a mansion and a yacht
I got essentials and credentials and honeys at my feet
And when I walk the street, I'm never lookin' bummy
Cause without the money
(Ain't a damn thing funny)
(Ain't a damn thing funny)
(Ain't a damn thing funny)
(Ain't a damn thing funny)
(Ain't a damn thing funny)
[Verse 3: 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?)
Barbecue, that is! (Oh...)
Rib tips, hotsauce, mild sauce, fries, and chicken
[Hook: Common & YNot]
So what's your name?
I'm Ynot, I own a mansion and a yacht
I got essentials and credentials and honeys at my feet
And when I walk the street, I'm never lookin' bummy
'Cause without the money (Ain't a damn thing funny)
Now what's your name?
Well I'm the Com, the broke Com Sense
And when I don't got scratch, I do feel tense
And if you givin' your papers to a broad you'se a dummy
'Cause without no money (Ain't a damn thing funny)
[Outro: Ynot]
Two thousand and thirteen shot
Common Sense and Ynot
UAC and Darian combined
We rock while you rot, no stress
