Greenbacks (Original 12″ Version) lyrics

[Produced by MF DOOM]

[Chorus]
M-O-N-E-Y
Never did a thing for L-O-V-I-N
Never understand what people's heads are in
Ask me what I need

[Verse 1: King Geedorah]
A fly tramp, that's what she called me
'Cause I don't wear no Stetson hats like Paul C
As y'all see, who give a f*ck? Who know what is it?
These styles will be flipped to the absolute exquisite
It's like a blizzard, soon as I got home from ATL
I looked into my baby face, my boo was like, "Well!
I know your types of clientele! Thoughts, needs"
As I held her firmly, yet gentle as thе soft sea
She said, "The onе with the horse weave? The pretty one?
Or crazy, had to touch the tattoo through the short sleeve?
Which one you want if there was comp?
I was like, "f*ck around, a n*gga like me, I'll probably run up in all three!"
King Geedorah, that's what they call me, either caesar or baldy
Probably have moved since last y'all saw me
By my D-low, I slaughter solo emcees, they paper-thin
In they Polo, Nautica, or DK men
Amen! It's funny how significance make a difference
Notice parables of three in every other inference
For instance: "Who wants to battle? On the real?
Choose your weapon: microphone, beats, or the wheels-of-steel"
I own a crown in all three for getting down without a doubt
Plus I'd like to give a extra special out to Jet Jaguar, the Sun, Moon and star
The Monster Island clique n*ggas- y'all know who you are
Get that!
[Chorus]
We get the M-O-N-E-Y until the day dry
Never did a thing for L-O-V-I-N

Hit me with what I need

[Verse 2: Megalon]
Coming straight from the black lungs, I rip tracks for all players that pack guns
And stack ones that pack, son that doing the phat runs
To my peeps that close, so's ya' knows what's up
Y'all know the dough's quick, hoes lick nuts but 5-O flip like, "What?"
Like they wanna shmoosh us, just to packing the pushers
I'm packing gat then bust a cap at po-po if they catch us and try to push us
Since when I'm in New York I don't be taking no sh*t?
I be that drug dealing n*gga that be f*cking yo b*tch!

[Verse 3: King Geedorah]
What a fella! Like Salt, Pepa, Spinderella
I came to spark the deaf, dumb and blind like Helen Keller
If I'm not with George of the Jungle, if he not with Stella
Or either Priscilla, I'm doing dips on Godzilla
Though y'all know he don't play, right?
When TNT would throw a n*gga out a moving van in broad daylight
Plus he was shackled by hands and feet
Then they say he tried to escape, once his face scraped the concrete
Near the curb on Monster Island, 103 Street
Where n*ggas run the risk of getting swallowed once the Beast eat
I'd rather lay in the cut, collect cash pay
The only TNT I seen was Gilligan Castaways
What?! With Mary Jane and Ginger
See both them tricks spent the night by accident, I creeps like a ninja
What?! When the mack is bent, who can give one f*ck?
Get bucked, get broke up like the three-piece nun-chuck
Y'all sun struck, these n*ggas is sick to their head-piece
The three-headed beast, I'll bring the drama to a dead cease
Word is bond, n*ggas is sick to their head-piece
Gamma and Megalon bringing drama to a dead cease
[Outro]
(Get that money, god)
Sick to their head-piece
(Get that money, god)
(Get that money, god)
(Get that money, god)
I was in the cut..
Greenbacks ... the meanest green stacks
Monster Island

[Chorus]
M-O-N-E-Y
Never did a thing for L-O-V-I-N
Never
Ask me what I need, I need your
M-O-N-E-Y