[Hook - Dice Raw]
Countin' money all the way to the bank
Me and my boys just puffing on dank
You small time fools try and make a big fuss
We just laugh, 'cause you look funny to us
[Verse - Dice Raw]
They call me Dice, AKA, make it happen
Fist co*ktail, Norman Rockwell
Get the feet stomping, get the hands clapping
Get the heads nodding, get the necks snapping
Smile for the camera, when they say action
When they say competition, I start laughing
Fools say, let's get money, I start relaxing
Cause I'm a sure thing, you know, a main attraction
Missing link, my fist hit like the kitchen sink
I'm too much on my own dick to care what n***as think
Besides, I got a whole different vision
And these knuckleheads stumble over simple addition
And last night I had a premonition
You know, something like the Spanish inquisition
Decapitations, impalings, lynching
The money making jam boy, henchman
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[Verse 2 - Truck North]
No defense when I hit the court
No answer for the kid, there's no retort
On the real, you probably better off changing sports
Under pressure, ya'll pop like a champ' cork
It's all champ talk
I leave an emcee bloody like kid right before they caught Mr. Clark
Getting east side high as a giraffes' ears
Bite worse than his bark, pinch like a doberman
Uh, the mad men that martyr him
Suicide squad put you in the mausoleum
Bad b**hes come home, yeah, they follow him
Then I'm gone, like the wind, it's on once again
Spent a lifetime in the fast lane
Roll something good while I'm doing bad things
'Bout nothing if ain't about the money, man
The ring leader in the heist on Money Train
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[Verse 3 - STS]
Hold to true & living, follow what I'm doing pimpin'
I'm selling dreams, talking hoes out they true religions
As I pursue the mission, like a hustler in the kitchen
Don't promote selling dope, but I do salute ambition
Take no intermissions, 20's on my inhibitions
Caddy looking harder than a martyr k**ing Jews and Christians
Couple screws missing, a couple tools missing
I been k**ing sh** lately, hoping you'd listen
Finally came to fruition, got your attention homes
Smoking jeffreys, you don't know what type of sh** I'm on
Get out the way, my n***a, move your little sh** along
The wide body rider, might've seen me in the [Bron?]
Or the SS clones, just for the f** of it
Speakers blasphemy, cause I don't want to hear the s**a' sh**
Trying pop my collar, motherf**ers want to ruffle it
STS, I get to the money and then we double it
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