Ice Cream Man

I said
 I said, I said, I said, I said
 Two-toned guts
 Get the money, bro
 Every dollar earned, there's another foe
 Sixteen bars, 'bout a hundred shots
 They ain't my problem, I'm a get the guap
 I'm a get the guap
 They ain't my problem, I'm a get the guap
 I said, I said, I said, I said
 Get some money, man
 It ain't hard to do
 The no emotion route
 Take it farther, you
 Got to get food upon your table, stallions and your stable
 Niggas sitting on the couches able, but don't make the payroll
 And these days are passing faster, so I need the check
 If I can't get that shit myself, then I don't need the sex
 That bitch was bad up in a honda, now she in a lex
 Said she would never date a baller, but that was a flex
 Get some money, man
 What is wrong with you?
 Talking 'bout THAT nigga
 THAT is Rome, you fool
 OK, stallions are now in my stable, hit that roll with bankrolls
 They can speculate about my life, but it won't change my payroll
 And the days are passing faster, so I grip my grip
 Got a little chick who tryna trick, so you know I'm a get
 Her mind
 Nigga, she can keep the whip
 Yep, her mind
 We gon' make this money flip
 I sit it down to say
 Like every single day
 That passes with no pay
 Evaluate to work my lay
 With the body made, the mythology
 And her brain is never gray
 A few chapters of this pimpology
 Get the dough and graduate
 And that's fine, that's my
 Summer break you take in May
 That passes every day
 Fly there with no delay
 So, Rome, what you say?
 Yeah, do just what you say?
 I said the bread is all that matters 'til they pull us down the lay
 I said!