Lee Scott – Money Grip Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1
- 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
Chorus
- 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
Verse 2
- (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!
Chorus
- 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