Ayo Green, I feel like I'm turnin' green too!
From Bill b**h be!, to some incredible Hulk sh**!
I don't even know why you give me sh** like this to spit to?
I'm sure we speak the same language
f** you b**hes, pay me! (Ha)
Wait a minute, came to go get it, ranger fitted
Whenever it come to paper, better know I'm major with it
Make it rain a major blizzard, leather alligator lizard
I Talledega race any challenger name a digit
Even if on the slightest you take a smidget
Or dare touch my revenue I slice you with the razor quit it
Icey till I make it frigid, (burr),
The laws of physics says it's getting cold, my money taller than a hall of midgets
I get up all up in it
Kickin' down the door (Who is it!?)
b**h I be the crew of bill collectors, pay the mall a visit
After cleanin' bank accounts you questioned if
I gave a sh** if not I tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did It (hey ya)
It's OK I say a prayer it's the mayor b**h slayer
Givin' you another layer of the data tritick
Bust rhymes, hittin' you with punch lines
Funny how I f** dimes, b**h you know I want mine
Where my f**in' money?! I ain't speakin' foreign, you know what I'm saying
Better have my bread n***a I ain't playin'
(b**h, where my f**ing money?)
Mark every word, spoken reddish so your p**y
If you think I'm jokin'
(muhf**er, where my f**in' money?)
Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread
And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head
(b**h where my f**in' money?) (Oh)
Critical it's pitiful I'm cynical
How I deliver lyricals and take these other n***as paper
Topsy-tervy controversy I'm so thirsty go no mercy
For some of these b**hes, I collect my money now and later
Keep it movin' with the clique, while making b**hes hit the strip
Cake up everyday I wake I rate the way my money flip
I want it's mine, borderline, call it crime, all the shine I'm takin it
Ain't no mistakin' it n***a what's yours is mine
No need to second guess it check I'm the gloss
And grind the gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined
Because I profit from your losses
You don't want it, you should get it
In the hood with you money, I extended my line of credit
The medic, doctor rhymes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin' up a n***a pockets
Simple n***as style pathetic
Bust rhymes, hittin' you with punch lines
Funny how I f** dimes, b**h you know I want mine
Where my f**in' money?! I ain't speakin' foreign, you know what I'm saying
Better have my bread n***a I ain't playin'
(b**h, where my f**ing money?)
Mark every word, spoken reddish so your p**y
If you think I'm jokin'?
(Muhf**er, where my f**in' money?)
Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread
And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head
(b**h where my f**in' money?)