don't play with my money [Sped Up Version]

I got lost in the waves

I was lost in the deep

I was lost in the sauce

Cookin' up chowder for cheese

Thank the Lord that I'm paid

It is something I pray for

I don't do this for money

But I don't do it for cheap either

My art is my heart

Don't bargain too hard

It'll throw me off balance

You'll get the wrath of my art

It ain't even about me

I got people around me

Every man is accounted

I got people counting on me

So respect the accounting

I got a family and I plan to leave

And check 'em out through Tanzania

If you don't play with me and my plans to leave

You might end up abandoned, yes

I try to chill but when I'm tired as hell

It don't hide it well

In this economy is a comedy

It'll probably fail

I get lost in the stew for a reason

I record like a dog for a reason

Put my soul and my all for a reason

I put my life in this work

So don't play with my money

Don't play with my art

Don't play with my money

Don't play with my heart

Don't play with my money

Don't play with my art

Don't play with my money

Don't play with my heart

'Cause I slap off your wave

I slap, I slap you again

I slap all your friends

I slap off they face

I slap you once for every artist still waiting for they paper

Slap you three times for every time you failed to credit they name

I triple slap you for taking advantage of hunger pains

Knowing that contract sound like food

When you don't speak that language

Four slaps for every stolen idea for famous aimless

Five slaps for the hungry

I swear for my money

I get lost in the stew for a reason

I record like a dog for a reason

Put my soul and my all for a reason