Money Sharks - Andre Nickatina, The Jacka

I’m like carmello baby top of the sugar hill

The way I see your game is something like a drug deal

The angels follow me like?

through the sin city

Some try to ask me if I care I say «not really»

I push the gas hella fast through a bay maze

Man yous a lying ass bitch with your square ways

Your like a jackolantern caught up in my rap patterns

And when you see my rangs all you think about is saturn

Man you can put me in your iPhone application

Im crackin crab like im mad down in crustacean

You know its my car when you see me parkin then

Im Minnesota cold like im Fran Tarkenton

I wear white like about to meet jesus christ

Then hit the night like the devil in the turnpike

Its like I hate my life when im running red lights

And you can see the blunt lit if you look right

Man I dont talk to that cat hes a quagmire

I got the mustard and the mayonnaise vouge tires

They call me money shark, cause im a pisces

I got the super fresh gear at the dry clean

Khan I mean, Creased up jeans

And when it comes to the benz its a toy machine

So roll up the weed, and blow a smoke circle

Somebody ask Alice Walker about the color purple

They got me painting on the mural of the great wall

Its like im seeing though the eyes of Ray Charles

With no shades, permed in wave, fried in laid, freshed and sprayed

They call me money shark cause im a pisces

I got the super fresh gear at the dry clean