Greedy Bitches Testo

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Theodore Roosevelt... It's the Ed Sullivan Show, ladies & gentlemen Here we go... come on, Theodore, Toney... [Hook: Ghostface Killah] This one's for the boys and the girls on the streets Make sure you listen careful to the words I speak Before you get the drawers, and the bitch wanna eat Make sure you let 'em know to sign the pussy receipt, and [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Greedy bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches (come on) Greedy bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches (and you) Greedy bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches (say what) Greedy bitches, yo, the hoes ate the Oreo's [Ghostface Killah] Word to my momma, yo, I hate ya'll greedy bitches Ya'll greasy, after the club, want the piece of chicken Hotel rooms, you better not touch the phone Uh-uh, leave that roof service book alone Don't ask me, for food, I ain't ask you Cut through the bullshit, you can just pass the pool And ya fat friend you brought, she can crash too But if ya stomach growling hard, I'mma laugh, boo No Domino's, Papa John's and Waffle House Frontin' on the pussy, you can throw the dick in your mouth Straight cock, we in the halls, yo there's other twat In Trife room, where them other hoe bitches flock Wigs got it popping, Du-Lilz went bird shopping He got bird seeds, he's probably getting head whopping Fucking with you, yo I hope you ain't cock blocking I want some pussy now, if not, you can get to hopping Bounce, muthafuckas talking about you ain't giving up no pussy [Chorus] [Shawn Wigs] Yo, this is for them greedy bitches, who wanna eat off my buck Who get 99 bananas, cuz you fresh out of luck I wanna fuck, and you try'nna get a sirloin steak Little money, backstage passes, and some Oreo cake You better split if the legs don't spread like wings This is Theodore, we more than just suicide kings Super groupie, that G on your chest stand for greedy Caught a contact high, cuz we always bake ziti Blow the gerder's, we just wanna puff and sleep Not in my bed, I'm try'nna put nut in your cheek Little squirrel, my twat team stay on alert I pump iron to them pink panties under your skirt Why try to scheme, my double stuff cream got 'em all On a scavenger hunt, greedy bitch of the month They want a table, when it's time to give pussy, they front You can't play your boy Wigs, like I'm some kind of chump That's right, get 'em out here, yo, Tone [Chorus] [Redman] Yo, I get butter, nigga, like Land O' Lake When bitches see me, they be quick to pump they brakes But wait, before we fuck, let's make it clear If you ask me for a dime... get the fuck out of here Aiyo, you broke nigga, no bitch, you got it wrong I'm still spending, from Red & Meth sitcom What you doing? Stripping, grabbing on groin I bet your momma proud of what you become I'm on the block getting it, hip hop, getting it Blunts got piff in it, new five, whipping it Shorty like "Redman, buy me a cigarette" Try'nna get me robbed at the store where her niggas at Greedy bitch, hoods up, hoes down Get money like Barry, looking for MoTown And if I'm in your hood, bitch, high as a fuck Clock the flavor, audio one, your time is up, bitch... [Chorus]