[Mad Rapper:]
Yo, yo, yo, yo son, what the f** is all
Yo, where you get all that money from?
Say, yo, yo
Where the f** you get that money from, son?
[Mad Producer:]
Royalty checks son, that Mase album
I told you shouldn't f** wit' me on that sh**, son
For real, that sh** payed off
n***a did his thing for a million
[Mad Rapper:]
f** all that so you f**
Then you'll be shootin' me out of cannons and sh**
Like that n***a (Nah, nah, nah)
f** all that man, I got enough Rugrats man (I know)
Millions are dancin' to the video wit' Rugrats and sh**
I got eight kids n***a (I, I know)
Before I leave they be dancin' to the video (That's my nephew)
Wit' your kids, n***a
[Mad Producer:]
I'm just sayin' so, so you ain't gotta ask me for my sh**
You know what I'm sayin'?
I got my own bils too n***a, the f** you talkin' 'bout?
You knowumsayin'
But you be how could you people get yours, n***a
Is what I'm sayin'