Money Grip Lyrics

• Money doesn’t buy happiness, they said
• Fully entertained with the money and the fame
• How does one acquire a Hummer and a chain?
• On the double it’s a pain bunking on the train
• Hurrying and complaining in a hoody in the rain
• You think you know him, but you struggle with a name
• Gatecrash your party, fucking with the gain
• I’m on the uninvited guest list
• I get pissed and impress chicks
• Saggin’ on the couch getting pally with an ounce
• A spliff pirouetted through the air and landed in me mouth
• I’m a hell of a guy getting heavenly high
• I was fuckin’ MILF’s pre-American pie
• (Why?) Cause I’m ahead of me time
• Wishing you merry Christmas at the end of July
• Fly Brick Pelican fly, I look you dead in the eye
• Then I sincerely tell you a lie but for your own good
• Like I don’t know why you’ve got no bud
• You said it was the bomb but the shit was a dud
• Now give me room so the membrane can hang
• Rolling past showing class, in Hell’s Angels slang
• You’re not a son of a bitch you’re just a bitch
• I’m on that freshly pressed money shit
• I’m too legit but I quit giving a fuck at six or somethin’ it’s

• That freshly pressed money shit
• No added preservatives funk butter shit
• This is my mic you’re not touchin’ it
• I lay it all out on the table like just look at it
• You love the shit, that freshly pressed money shit
• That freshly pressed money shit
• No added preservatives funk butter shit
• This is my mic you’re not touchin’ it
• I lay it all out on the table like just look at it

• (Go ed!) Take a good look at it, study it
• Until you understand you couldn’t fuck with it
• Impressing the honey dip twenty quid in me money grip
• Everything seems strange, like I’m off me head on cid
• Fuck you and whoever the hell you with
• You need to chill before you let off some steam but like Bennet did
• These clowns are too serious
• I’m timeless, while they argue over who’s year it is
• I’m in the corner looking odd
• I can’t figure out who’s who in the selfie I took with God
• I’d probably make a great king, women tell me the same thing
• I make seem effortless but always do a thorough job
• Shut your gob, don’t bite the hand controlling ye’
• I’m the puppet master standing over ye’
• I’m on top of the world with acrophobia
• Your Ma said knock you out
• I’m that cool daddy Boney M. was going on about
• Rappers you are all me sons, but you’ve done me proud
• Bumpin’ ‘No Guns Allowed’ on the bus aloud
• Like you’ve been a lovely crowd
• But it’s time for me to do one so I get off at the next stop
• Even though it’s not mine, whistling like nothing happened
• The thing’s cold saggin’ get’s me into
• I don’t need to rap about shit I’ve never been through
• I woke up in a melting igloo in the desert with two fly honeys
• A bag of freshly pressed money and some really expensive Sunny’s
• The only thing that’s left to say is just, jeez!

• That freshly pressed money shit
• No added preservatives funk butter shit
• This is my mic you’re not touchin’ it
• I lay it all out on the table like just look at it
• You love the shit, that freshly pressed money shit
• That freshly pressed money shit
• No added preservatives funk butter shit
• This is my mic you’re not touchin’ it
• I lay it all out on the table like just look at it

Lyrics taken from UndergroundHH, check out our full database of Lee Scott Lyrics.