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Ayo Green... I feel I'm turnin green too!
From Bill Bixby!... to some incredible shit!
I don't even know why u give me shit like this to to?
I'm sure we speak the same
you bitches... pay me!

1:]
(HAA)
Wait a minute... to go get it... ranger fitted
Whenever it come to paper... know I'm major with it
Make it rain a major blizzard... leather alligator
I Talledega race any challenger name a
Even if on the slightest you take a smidget or dare my revenue I slice you with the razor quit it
till I make it frigid... (BURRRR)...
The laws of physics says it's getting cold... my money than a hall of midgets
I get up all up in it
down the door (Who is it!?)
Bitch I be the crew of bill collectors... pay the a visit
After cleanin bank accounts you questioned if I gave a shit if not I tell the so you could tell em that the player did

It(HEYAAA)
It's ok I say a prayer it's the mayor slayer givin you another layer of the data tritick
Bust rhymes... you with punch lines
Funny how I dimes... bitch you know I want mine
my fuckin money? !

I ain't foreign... you know what I'm saying
Better have my nigga I ain't playin
(Bitch... my fucking money?)
Mark every word spoken, better sell pussy
If you think I'm
(muhfucker... where my money?)
Think I still crazy cause I cut my dread
And if you short my cake I'm off side of your
(bitch where my money?)

2:]
(OHHHH)
Critical it's I'm cynical
How I deliver lyricals and take these niggas paper
contraversy I'm so thirsty go no mercy
For some of bitches... I collect my money now and later
Keep it movin with the clique... while making bitches hit the
up everyday I wake I RATE the way my money flip
I want it's mine... borderline... it crime... all the shine I'm takin it
no mistakin it nigga 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 all intertwined
Because I profit your losses
You don't it... you should get it
In the hood you money... I extended my line of credit
The medic... doctor ryhmes that put you on a shrinkin up a nigga pockets
niggaz style pathetic
Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch
Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you I want mine
Where my money? !

I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm
Better my bread nigga I ain't playin
(Bitch... where my money?)
Mark every word spoken, sell your pussy
If you I'm jokin?
(Muhfucker... my fuckin money?)
Think I still ain't cause I cut my dread
And if you short my cake I'm off of your head
(bitch my fuckin money?)