เนื้อเพลง Greedy B*tches - Ghostface Killah

[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 b*tch wanna eat
Make sure you let 'em know to sign the p*ssy receipt, and

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Greedy B*tches, greedy, greedy, b*tches (come on)
Greedy b*tches, greedy, greedy, b*tches (and you)
Greedy b*tches, greedy, greedy, b*tches (say what)
Greedy b*tches, yo, the hoes ate the Oreo's

[Ghostface Killah]
Word to my momma, yo, I hate ya'll greedy b*tches
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 bullsh*t, 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 p*ssy, you can throw the d*ck in your mouth
Straight cock, we in the halls, yo there's other twat
In Trife room, where them other hoe b*tches flock
Wigs got it popping, Du-Lilz went bird shopping
He got bird seeds, he's probably getting head whopping
F*cking with you, yo I hope you ain't cock blocking
I want some p*ssy now, if not, you can get to hopping
Bounce, muthaf*ckas talking about you ain't giving up no p*ssy

[Chorus]

[Shawn Wigs]
Yo, this is for them greedy b*tches, who wanna eat off my buck
Who get 99 bananas, cuz you fresh out of luck
I wanna f*ck, 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 b*tch of the month
They want a table, when it's time to give p*ssy, 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 b*tter, n*gga, like Land O' Lake
When b*tches see me, they be quick to pump they brakes
But wait, before we f*ck, let's make it clear
If you ask me for a dime... get the f*ck out of here
Aiyo, you broke n*gga, no b*tch, 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 n*ggas at
Greedy b*tch, hoods up, hoes down
Get money like Barry, looking for MoTown
And if I'm in your hood, b*tch, high as a f*ck
Clock the flavor, audio one, your time is up, b*tch...

[Chorus]