[Intro: Killah] Roosevelt... It's the Ed Sullivan Show, & gentlemen Here we go... on, Theodore, Toney...
[Hook: Ghostface one's for the boys and the girls on the streets Make sure you listen to the words I speak Before you get the drawers, and the bitch eat Make you let 'em know to sign the pussy receipt, and
Ghostface Killah] Greedy bitches, greedy, greedy, (come on) bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches (and you) bitches, greedy, greedy, bitches (say what) Greedy bitches, yo, the hoes ate the
Killah] Word to my momma, yo, I hate ya'll bitches Ya'll greasy, the club, want the piece of chicken Hotel rooms, you better not the phone Uh-uh, leave that roof service alone ask me, for food, I ain't ask you Cut the bullshit, you can just pass the pool And ya fat you brought, she can crash too But if ya stomach hard, I'mma laugh, boo No Domino's, Papa and Waffle House Frontin' on the pussy, you can throw the in your mouth Straight cock, we in the halls, yo other twat In Trife room, where them hoe bitches flock Wigs got it popping, Du-Lilz went bird He got seeds, he's probably getting head whopping Fucking with you, yo I hope you ain't cock I want some now, if not, you can get to hopping Bounce, muthafuckas talking about you ain't up no pussy
[Shawn Yo, this is for them greedy bitches, who wanna eat off my Who get 99 bananas, you fresh out of luck I wanna fuck, and you get a sirloin steak Little money, backstage passes, and some cake You better split if the legs spread like wings This is Theodore, we more than just suicide Super groupie, that G on chest stand for greedy Caught a contact high, we always bake ziti Blow the gerder's, we just wanna puff and Not in my bed, I'm try'nna put nut in cheek Little squirrel, my twat team stay on I pump iron to them pink panties your skirt Why try to scheme, my double stuff got 'em all On a scavenger hunt, bitch of the month They want a table, when time to give pussy, they front You can't your boy Wigs, like I'm some kind of chump That's right, get 'em out here, yo,
Yo, I get butter, nigga, Land O' Lake bitches see me, they be quick to pump they brakes But wait, before we fuck, let's make it If you ask me for a dime... get the fuck out of Aiyo, you nigga, no bitch, you got it wrong I'm still spending, from Red & Meth What you doing? Stripping, grabbing on I bet your momma of what you become I'm on the getting it, hip hop, getting it got piff in it, new five, whipping it Shorty "Redman, buy me a cigarette" Try'nna get me robbed at the store where her at Greedy bitch, hoods up, hoes Get money like Barry, looking for And if I'm in your hood, bitch, as a fuck Clock the flavor, one, your time is up, bitch...