The Shape of Slaughter - Mach-Hommy, Tha God Fahim

I’m in love with the moola, nothin but the moolah

I’m in love with the moola, nothin but the moolah

I keep a couple shooters

I keep a couple shooters

Uh, check it, I’m at the glass table, flashback to my last fable

Animal tendencies, hunger is now fatal

I can introduce you to pain with hollows in your brain

I could extend a hand, but at this point it’s not sane

Can you define love?

My whole journal has bloodstains

I’m off the fine plugs, got to stick to what does the job

Before I starve I’d rather go rob, for taking orders from Bob

The lifestyles of the poor and the wrong

Legend weed and war songs

On top of my pyramid, your spirit don’t belong

Yeah my cypher, slap you like a windshield wiper

Straight up, off GP 'cause I don’t like ya

I’m in love with the moola, nothin but the moolah

I’m in love with the moola, nothin but the moolah

I keep a couple shooters

I keep a couple shooters, ya

Make a wish like the foundation

Create a wealthy generation for my foundation

Ain’t no limitations

It’s far beyond the skies we always meant to fly

That’s right, we all meant to die

You gotta pick a side, when you know it’s your time to ride

Gotta protect the tribe, the goal is to survive the times

By any means, picket clean, bones to the chicken wings

We are kings, can’t erase that I bring the payback

Copped me a Maybach, stay strapped 'cause we don’t play that

I had to say that for you niggas thinking we play that

Make sure my tape smack, every verse is like an ounce of crack

And when I level up for sure I’m never going back

I’m in love with the moola, nothin but the moolah

I’m in love with the moola, nothin but the moolah

I keep a couple shooters

I keep a couple shooters, yeah