Ivan Ooze Lyrics
"Money Hungry Honey's"

[Verse 1]
My ex bitch use to tell me to get a job, my ex bitch used to tell me music isn't a career dog
Hustle me all the time, while I'm writing my lines, she wasn't happy in the slums, I had overdue fines
I would, contemplate getting a apprenticeship, for our relationship, call it quits on this music shit
Hit the muscle labour, minimum wage paper, wasn't in my nature but for her I would of catered
Ah, read the local leader looking weekly, for my sweetie, so we could make a peace treaty
A plumber called me up, had my first interview, got nervous, got high, fucking blew it dude
Her anger stewed, sky rocketed beyond the moon, couple other small factors had her leaving before noon
I stared out my window while I watched night consume, thinking of a decent reason to venture out my room

[Hook 1]
You gotta make the money to keep a honey, you gotta make the money ain't nothing funny when comes to honeys
You gotta make the money to keep a honey, you gotta make the money ain't nothing funny when comes to honeys
You gotta make the money to keep a honey, you gotta make the money ain't nothing funny when comes to honeys
You gotta make the money to keep a honey, you gotta make that money to keep a honey, ain't nothing funny

[Verse 2]
Wasn't ready for another girl, only had appetite for drinking in abundance till I hurled
I was, stuck sitting writing depressing lyrics, wishing she was here in spirit but certain there wasn't a snippet
Parents on my back now, get employment or your out, ciao, so I printed a little resume down
Went to town, eastland, the shopping centre of Ringwood, handed A4's out, while looked i distinguished
Called by the toy shop, come in for trail chop chop, dropped the phone told my pop, got props
Attained a position, working mainly with women, on my first shift, the prettiest girl climbed in my vision
Way out of my league, became friends indeed, she was older than me but such a unique breed
Talked about computer games, couple comics and music, she loved music, I said she really loved music

[Hook 2]
You gotta make the money to keep a honey, you gotta make the money ain't nothing funny when comes to honeys
You gotta make the money to keep a honey, but she really like music, she really likes music
You gotta make the money to keep a honey, you gotta make the money ain't nothing funny when comes to honeys
You gotta make the money to keep a honey, but she really like music, she really likes music

[Verse 3]
It's my 21st birthday, hip hip hooray, had a party in my backyard with friends and family
Big speakers, BBQ, lot of drinks, lot of jays, reminiscing on old days in our school phase
In came the pretty honey I invited from work, chilled as always, payed her out, damn I'm jerk
Half way through the night, I was drunk as hell, massive headache, couldn't bare another story tell
Boom, landed vertical on my spread, rubbing my temples, smiggin of spew on my threads
In walked you know who, laid next to me to, said she was drunk, I said love you too
She smiled then our lips connected, highly unexpected, ever since I've been infected
And anytime I ever ask "do you like what I do" she says it doesn't matter what you do, I like you


[Hook 3]
You gotta make the money to keep a honey, you gotta make the money ain't nothing funny when comes to honeys
Unless that honey don't want your money, she just funny, nothing come between you, her and the music
You gotta make the money to keep a honey, you gotta make the money ain't nothing funny when comes to honeys
Unless that honey don't want your money, she just funny, nothing come between you, her and the music