Joke's On You

Make money money, make money money money, make money money, make money money money, make money Money, make money money money, make money money, make money money money you niggas got it twisted Man

I'm like ha ha ha ha ha you niggas make me laugh,

C'mon if it don't make me math

I'm like ha ha ha ha ha what u can't take a joke,

Well I cant take being broke

I'm like ha ha ha ha ha, make money money money

Ha ha ha ha ha, make money money money

You niggas are comical, who me

I'm seven digits two comical on my mama fool

I'm getting this money and that kill'em

They looking at a pimp funny I'm Katt Williams

Money mike, I gets money on the mic

And some say I'm wild'n out

Bacardi styling out, pushing seven digits dialing

But I ain't gotta fucking choice

My money talks in a Chris Tucker voice

"and you know this man"

You a stand up rapper, hip hop comedian

I start laughing as soon as I put your cd in

You joke, you joke, you kid, you kid

Should have went to comedy central with the vids you did

But OK, you b.e.t. only if its comic view

Promise you I'm funny style I can be a comic too

I'm Marty Mar, at a auty mar

Cute snotty broad, tits like dolly par

Ed harty naw this is carty ma

But that was a good one, hardy har

Lambo Galardi car getting my last laugh haw

The jokes on you niggas

See the figures don't add up to the claims

You Sam Kinnison you just screaming names

My brother my partner for real like the wayans

Plus everything in live in living color

High rise checks diamonds the size of Robin Harris'

I Bebe kids my neck

You call it a tribute, a proof that I distribute

Sales was slow I got Paco to contribute

Some morals in each state, move weight, get caught, don't talk, Dave Chappelle niggas might break

So hilarious, how the chariots, carry us

Phantom is light gray sort of like ashy Larry is

King of the one liner lil' rhymers watch what you say

You just a potty mouth like Andrew dice clay

I pop collars on niggas, I drop dollars on niggas

I jell o's together I bill Cosby on niggas

Got you lost in the smoke I Micheal Connelly you niggas

I watch u verse from the fire I Richard Pryor you niggas

Said enough nigga sort of like Kramer

I'm joking you don't wanna see the anger Fab tell'em

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

Mane look, the diamonds in your chain look

Funnier than Dane Cook, you hit the Sufi

I am to fly, in the booth I

Make joke of them, I ain't the richest nigga but I ain't broke as them

I'm serious, petty worth will make a man delirious like Eddie Murph

Girls get curious

Is he really funny, don't be silly honey

I'm the burner packing

Bernie macing

I ain't scared of you ma-fuckers kick ass

Hon stack thick ass

A deck of card v.i.p. section hard

They try to holla at me you know the heckler broads

I'm popping rose, I don't the neck to god

Don't front yo, I be in the front row

Watch your wise cracks or I'll be at your front door

And I push up on a female smoothly, in a GL but keep that on the D.L. Hughley

Lol this is Los

Oh no your money coming so slow guess this ma-fuckers a no show, oh oh oh