Joe's Turkey

So I'm gonna do what I gots to do

Get money, make money, by any means

Whatever that means, no more pork and beans

Fresh and clean, physically as well as mental

Inventin' my schemes, 'cause my cream is essential

Right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right

Everybody broke, it really ain't a joke

I'm askin' my sister for cigarettes to smoke

Borrowin' clothes from my brother

Once so cold, we all three be livin' with my mother

Runnin' up the phone bill, can't afford my own meal

At a time in her life when she's supposed to chill

I'm sorry, mama, I'm irresponsible

As humanly as possible, my mind's illogical

I get money one day, be broke the next

Six months left for the next bubbles and check

In the meantime, in between time

I beg DV for a key to write these rhymes

Broken fingers, I speak that homo language

It's in my blood, pops sure ain't hop in the rain and mud

Sleep and snow to get where he had to go

But fuck that, you know

Comin' through in the clutch, ready to touch as much as possible

So I'm gonna do what I gots to do

Get money, make money, by any means

Whatever that means, no more pork and beans

Fresh and clean, physically as well as mental

Inventin' my schemes, 'cause my cream is essential

Right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right

Get money, make money, yo, yo, yo

Make money, get money, yo, yo, yo

Make money, get money, ain't a damn thing changed

You still need that change

More than that, dollars and cents, you know what I'm sayin'?

So, uh, from here on out

From now on until, 'til infinity

You gon' see me on my grind, baby

You know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, I know that shit sound corny

'Cause everybody talkin' 'bout tryna get money

But this shit is for real, real, really real, real, real

You know what I'm sayin'?

And, uh, and, uh, that's, you know

That's all I can say, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'ma be rollin' and doin' my little thing

Get my little gotti doo-dads for my little bloopers

Fat Lizzie, baby