[Intro: DirtBag]
Wawaaa! Kevin, heada**
Pool Squad Money Gang, n***a!
Heada**
[Verse 1: Willie Dynamite]
Money, money, money be the root of all evil
Yes I want more, that's that make a n***a evil
Gots to get mine for a line ain't no sequel
Whoever said I'm not going to be the one, be nonbelievers
Believe us, I'm a rapping genius
Jesus, whatever
Still no man better
Run through your whole crew like Jerome Bettis
Break sound barriers
I don't lick the himmy
Tolking on the loud got me feeling like Timmy
And I'm wild with the foul style
Totes to pound around like here I go again
My plug put me on the mound in the ninth inning
Buzz about to go down
Straight up pitching
No wonder why you're b**h mad cause you're not me
It is what it is n***a let that sh** live
Four four right up at your crib
Until infinity forever we live n***a
[Hook: DirtBag & Willie Dynamite]
Money, money, money make the world go 'round
If you ain't talking chips, sit your b**h a** down
Sit your b**h a** down
If you ain't talking chips, sit your b**h a** down
b**h a** down, n***a
Sit your b**h a** down
[Break]
I dedicate this one right here to all my homies
Out there grinding, Y'know what I'm saying
Legally and illegally
[Verse 2: Willie Dynamite]
Dynamite, n***a
Who pack the fat stacks subliminally drug dealers
Shh, that's that low doe
Get it, that's that low dough
Like cholos, my migos
A peephole n***as over a kilo
So watch out
Might hit your church and walk around with my co*k out, whoa
You didn't know though
I'm loco, you Doritos Locos
That's kind of funny cause these n***as mad crunchy, flaky
Lames knocking me on my momma, boy you're crazy
It's P-S to the mother f**ing daily
Whip in that eighty-four
Frank's got the nine
Hit them ninety-three times in the spine if he chime about mine
Wake up on time if it's about a dollar sign
I'm on and I'm Houston's finest
You rewind this
Pool Squad's behind this, n***a