Makin’ Your Money Mitchy Slick (Ft. Xzibit)

[Chorus: Mitchy Slick]
Put the snow in the Pyrex pot and smash it
It's Tuesday and they gaffin', keep making your money
To all my certified P.I.'s in Chucks and crushing the box
Tell that bitch to hit the blade and keep making your money
To all my white collar check poppers and fake plastic shoppers
Hit the store and keep making your money
Break a bitch, shake the zip, wash the check, cash it
I ain't mad at cha, homie, keep making your money

[Verse 1: Xzibit]
This ain't fiction, I'm not flossin', I walk in a bank often
A soldier that won't soften, I'm bustin', I'm not tossin'
I'm caught, then I'm not talkin'
We bangin', you just barkin'
What the fuck are we sparkin'? It's kush, nigga, stop coughin'
Got money like Bin Laden, won't see me in no coffin
Pump fakin' and shit talkin', the chickens, they been hawkin'
To my niggas that's still walkin', let it do what it do, partner
Get your weight up and stay up, keep making your money
This is business, it's not pleasure
You niggas will not, never
Ever be on my level, never; it's deep and you can't measure
I'm smelling like movie money, you smelling like English Leather
The West can be taken over if niggas could get together
I say what I say clever, so now we can do whatever
Bring out the heavy metal to settle the vendetta
I came with a gameplan and left in a gray Phantom
Don't worry 'bout me, keep making your money